...Call for an End...(all ball-happy peeps inside!) -- Ball Room

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Date Posted: 18:53:43 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Oscar
Subject: ...Call for an End...(all ball-happy peeps inside!)

The fidgety, angled man rubs his hands together nervously, waddling uncomfortably into the middle of the happy couples and waltzing duos. He yelps when a particularily swoonful pair nearly tramples him down, cringing close to the floor. Moaning in terror and disdain, the skinny, cloaked man hurries towards a small break in the hordes of dancers.

He lifts his head and voice high. "Ahem."

No one appeared to here him.

This bothered him. "EXCUSE ME!!!!!"

A giant hush fell over the crowd of people. Many stares were drawn to him. Oscar smiles triumphantly.

"Thank you. I, as the Ball Coordinator, am terribly and most significatly, pointedly sorry to remind everyone that midnight has drawn near. Everyone should be ready to leave now, especially those wearing glass slippers and are awaiting pumpkin carriages."

He waits for someone to laugh. Anyone. No one does.

He clears his throat, lowering his eyes.

"Just uh...though you should know."

Slowly, he backs away and melds with the crowd. At once, a low murmur of voices drift up as new and old couples exchange their goodbyes, and others gather their coats...

((NOTE: Everyone involved with the Gante/Dragon/Sadie/poison/Sakr incident please go to the King's Chambers to continue the dialogue! Or read my post in the OOC board that I'm about to go post. That includes you, Sakr-player! (y'know, I should REALLY get your name...^_^))

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