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halfbloodhill_logs2013-09-27 11:42 pm
suburbias) wrote in halfbloodhill_logs2013-09-27 11:42 pm
( open ) ❧ johnny's party (come get it)
Who: Johnny and everyone ever.
What: The party of the month -- NAH, THE PARTY OF THE YEAR.
Where: Cabin 12.
When: September 28th.
Why: Walkin' round the house like who's the man? (Nobody can do it like Johnny can.)
So, that whole Red Room business was, to put it plainly, whack as hell. Everyone at camp's spirits are way down. Johnny's spirits are way down, to say the very least.
See, Johnny hates feeling like he's trapped. Now, after that debacle? He pretty much feels like a caged animal, stuck here and left to pace back and forth with no real goals, no real anything to look forward to. That's where Heather's incredible, incredible suggestion comes in.
Why not throw a party? After all, he's a Dionysus kid. That's pretty much what they're born to do.
It's taken about a week of heavy preparation, but he's done it. By the time he sends out his short Iris Message (it's pretty weird, seeing as he's practically sitting in the dark, lit only by the cabin's blacklight), it's evident that he's already set everything up, decorations visible faintly in the background, music playing as he reminds the campers that it starts tonight, at 8 PM, though it's not too loud (yet).
Upon arriving, campers will notice the very purposeful selection of only rock and pop punk-y kind of music (and no slow songs, sorry Certain Camp Couples) and a table full of strawberry Slurpees (strawberries... Dionysus... it's a thing, he guesses), the cabin's furniture cleared off to the sides to make an impromptu dance floor. And then there's Johnny, lurking by the sound system, fiercely protective of his precious tunes. Don't mess. (Or, maybe mess, if you so choose.)
He may not know a whole lot of people at camp, but he does know Heather, and knows how persuasive the daughter of Venus can be, so. Party at the Dionysus cabin!
( ooc: I figure everyone can post their own starters and tag around and mingle? HAVE FUNNNN! )
So, that whole Red Room business was, to put it plainly, whack as hell. Everyone at camp's spirits are way down. Johnny's spirits are way down, to say the very least.
See, Johnny hates feeling like he's trapped. Now, after that debacle? He pretty much feels like a caged animal, stuck here and left to pace back and forth with no real goals, no real anything to look forward to. That's where Heather's incredible, incredible suggestion comes in.
Why not throw a party? After all, he's a Dionysus kid. That's pretty much what they're born to do.
It's taken about a week of heavy preparation, but he's done it. By the time he sends out his short Iris Message (it's pretty weird, seeing as he's practically sitting in the dark, lit only by the cabin's blacklight), it's evident that he's already set everything up, decorations visible faintly in the background, music playing as he reminds the campers that it starts tonight, at 8 PM, though it's not too loud (yet).
Upon arriving, campers will notice the very purposeful selection of only rock and pop punk-y kind of music (and no slow songs, sorry Certain Camp Couples) and a table full of strawberry Slurpees (strawberries... Dionysus... it's a thing, he guesses), the cabin's furniture cleared off to the sides to make an impromptu dance floor. And then there's Johnny, lurking by the sound system, fiercely protective of his precious tunes. Don't mess. (Or, maybe mess, if you so choose.)
He may not know a whole lot of people at camp, but he does know Heather, and knows how persuasive the daughter of Venus can be, so. Party at the Dionysus cabin!
( ooc: I figure everyone can post their own starters and tag around and mingle? HAVE FUNNNN! )
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She pulls back, grinning] you raise a good point, Johnny. [She trails a finger along the edge of his ear, down his jaw line.] but right now, I'm looking for even more trouble. [She brings her finger down to his chest, before taking a step back.] you should let me know when you want to find it.
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... No, no, he can't. That doesn't mean that he can't groan about it, frustrated with himself beyond belief. Oh, the agony. )
It's probably gonna happen sooner rather than later, y'know.
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[She starts to turn. Now to make him chase her.]
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Before he has time to even process what Éponine's saying, she's already starting to leave. Brow furrowed, he reaches out to grab her slender wrist in his hand. ) Hey, wait.
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[It's a joke, obviously. Everything is. Easiest way to go through life, not taking anything too seriously, certainly not relationships or other people.]
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You know I wish I could. ( He smiles sadly, lowering his hand to hold hers and gives it a little squeeze. )
Thanks for coming to my party.
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Any time, Johnny. Like I said, you know where to find me.
And, y'know, I hope you do. [She gave him a cheeky salute before blowing him a kiss, and turning towards the door again, swaying her hips just a bit more than necessary for his benefit. Oh yeah, he'd be back.]