GET THIS NIGHT UP RIGHT AND TURN THE BASS UP! (o)

[NOËL R.]

[atrb=valign, top] Noël was practically party royalty, alright? Basically, it was pretty much true that he was the party king of the entire ding dang peninsula because no one else seemed to want to. Which was a darn shame because there were so many babes- both male and female, oh yes be very afraid - that he could hit on. But if none of them were lively, then they were totes not worth his time as in. N O T worth his time. But maybe that was rude. Maybe for all he knew, parties were banned in Primula. Maybe it was a cardinal sin to stay up to all hours of the night and not be working on the farm. Who knew? And to be completely honest, who cared either? Point was, he had quite enough of this sleepy town night life and decided to bring a little party on his own. Well. On his own and with Nihel's credit card, but hey. He'd definitely forgive him later for it. He had to! He was bringing some excitement into his sibling's life. All the guy did was bum around in his room playing with 'chemicals'. Yeah, okay. It was probably some fancy colored water just to keep him out of the other's room. Not that he cared very much about it in the first place. Since he spent more of his time in there anyways. Mostly because at least he could find his twin's bed. Of course, he could always go and clean his room but that was more than he really wanted to do in complete honesty. Ugh, the effort. Anyways, point was that he had set this up for his twin. He could be as cranky as he wanted but he was doing the guy a favor! So he really couldn't yell at him for this later. Although, he did neglect to tell him the party was tonight. Maybe he should have done that. He slipped his hand into his pocket, tapping out a quick message to the other. Noël looked around the area, a cheeky little grin playing on his lips. The beach was lit up with lights, cords attached from one place to another and multicolored lanterns strewn out across the cords. It made it brighter at least, considering that he had decided to set everything up under the cover of night. Bonfire set up, yep. Had all the snacks and a DJ was on the way for them. It had been an interesting enough conversation with the man but hey. Whatever. He was going to have this party. It was almost the end of summer and they hadn't done anything! Disappointment? Totally. There had to be some party in this town, right? And if they didn't, he swore to hell that he was hopping on the next ferry off of the peninsula. He didn't care what his mother said! He was nineteen. It was going to happen! He cleared his throat, dusting off his clothes for any possible signs of sand before he moved to pick up the megaphone - he had ordered it on one of his late night shopping sprees - to turn it on, the teen holding it to his mouth quietly. Ahem. He hopped onto his bike, leaning forward on it as he held the megaphone to his lips. "Wake up! Y' guys are so borin'. Party at the beach! Sponsored by my lil' bro, kay?" Of course, it hadn't occurred to him that maybe some people were asleep. Or that maybe people just really hated him. "Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!

[/b]" He was pretty sure he had a siren on this thing.

Oh. There it was. Noël flicked the switch, a bright red light flashing over and over. The siren blaring as he rode through town on his bicycle. Someone had to wake up! They couldn't ignore him forever!
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[NIHEL R.]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] WORDS lol idk man TAGS party people NOTES he's pissed off. oh and since this is a party thread, no need for long posts woo \o\ Nihel groaned at the sound of his cellphone making sound, in the dead of night. Why the heck wasn't people asleep by now? The device lay next to his pillow, and after a few seconds of adjusting to the darkness in his bedroom, Nihel turned over on his side to squint at the lit up touch screen. ... so i used your credit card for this party .. It didn't take long before the nineteen year old was sitting up. "WHAT?" he yelled, probably loud enough to wake their mother who was sleeping not too far away in another room. ... i'll punch you in the face if you don't come 8) .. His eyes skimmed the rest of the message while his grip around the phone tightened and he could feel his anger rise. What the heck was his twin thinking of? Didn't he have his own money? And how much had he even used? He swore, if he was broke right now it would be Noël's face on the end of his own fist instead. Wide awake, Nihel got dressed and headed out the door as soon as he heard the familiar voice of his idiot twin, but from the mouth of a megaphone. The nineteen year old frowned. Sponsored by him, huh? As soon as he found the little moron, he'd get the right of this.

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[ARIANNA R.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] With an abrupt gasp, Arianna flew upright in her bed, startled from her peaceful slumber by an unnerving, unmistakably loud voice. What in the bloody world--!? The brunette groggily turned her attention towards the open window as she rubbed a palm at her eyes, her shaken mind finally picking apart pieces of his dialogue. She scowled. She'd been awoken from her perfectly deep sleep for this? How inconsiderate. Who in their right mind would be so shamelessly disruptive? Arianna threw back her comforter, and slid herself out of bed. It always seemed to happen this way - young boys were babbling, bumbling idiots, and more often than not a total inconvenience. Arianna did not like being inconvenienced. Of course, had it been any other weekday - like a Monday - she would have even more reason to be displeased. Fridays were known as the night for for festivities, and yet... she would not allow this chum to get away unpunished. He could have been civilized, mailed or electronically delivered his invitations. A megaphone had to be the dumbest idea she'd ever heard of. It was utterly rude, impractical, illogical, and ineffective. The brunette seethed, blowing a furious exhale through her teeth as she quickly dressed herself, donning a light knitted sweater and a pleated skirt. Minutes later she was slipping her feet into a pair of ballet flats, before stealing out of the front door. With an exceedingly sour expression on her face, Arianna navigated towards the beach. That's where she assumed he would be. And if he wasn't, she'd track this moron across the whole Peninsula if that's what it took for her to give him a royal piece of her mind. tags: nihel and noel o/ or aka: dumb and dumber words: 278 notes: yeah she's mad

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[IPHIGENIA A.]

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[atrb=style,background:#fafafa; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] Unlike most people on the peninsula, Iphigenia was awake rather early, it seemed. She didn't have to work today but there were a few things that she wanted to get in town and the earlier she got up, the less crowds there were. It also meant just more time out and about instead of stuck at home, when her mother could wake up and give her chores. So she walked along the path from the dock to the town, but was soon caught off guard by the sound of a loud megaphone voice booming from...well, somewhere. She didn't see anyone around but the person must've been amplifying their voice somehow. IT was really rather loud, echoing around the peninsula like a boomerang. Her interest was piqued so she jogged a bit to get closer to town, waiting to see what on earth was going on. Now that she was closer the voice became more clear, shouting about how there was a party tonight at the beach and everyone was invited, or something. The voice sounded strangely familiar, and when she turned around she realized why. There was Noel Rousseau, pedaling along on his bike as he screamed into a microphone, an expression of pure giddiness on his face. Laughing a bit she stood in front of him, looking up as he stopped. Other people probably weren't laughing about his antics, however. He was being pretty loud and it was very early. "Noel, what are you doing...?" she asked, approaching him. The two knew eachother from when Noel was in school, and since the boy was very outgoing and friendly, it was hard not to at least know the kid. "Are you sure you should be yelling into a megaphone this early?"

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The poor merman was just minding his own business when the sound of a megaphone shook him awake. Instinctively he covered his ears as he forced his eyes to stay open. Sadly, his hands did little to keep the sound out and Skylar was forced to jump into the water to dampen the sound. The water was welcomed with refreshing silence as Skylar made his way to the beach. Someone was being very loud and while his usual instincts were to swim away from the potential danger, he had left his brown coat on the shore and needed to retrieve it before making his escape. Popping his head out of the water tentatively, Skylar was shocked by what he saw. The once empty beach was now covered in different machines and objects that he had never seen before. When Skylar had left the shore to go sleep on his rock the place was covered in a blanket of darkness. Now, it was lit up in a brighter intensity than during the day from natural sunlight. He tried to scan the shore for his coat but his eyes failed to locate it. Slowly, Skylar inched towards the beach in an attempt to get a better look. The coat was the only piece of clothing he owned and purchasing another one would be difficult since people didn’t generally appreciate it when others walked around town naked. Once Skylar saw the movement of other individuals on the beach he popped his head back under water for a brief period of time before resurfacing closer to the shore. What if one of them took his coat? Asking for it back would mean he would have to socialize which involved the exchanging of words. But first, he had to find out if anyone had even seen the darn thing. Too bad he didn’t have a picture or something to show them because it would have made the situation much less stress-inducing and frightening. How does one even mime out the word coat in the first place?	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;] TAGS Everyone? I dunno. WORDS 343 CREDIT BY jumpstart! of btn and ote
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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noël, Nihel, Arianna, Iphigenia, Skylar WORDS 496 NOTES Party time~ Fortunately for Noël and perhaps everyone he would meet that day, Fenryl had been up since the crack of dawn fishing for his breakfast out on a few of the boulders that jutted out under the cliff at one end of the beach. Waves washed against his seat incessantly, and the solitude allowed him to remain in his Merman form as long as he needed. Here’s hoping out here a merperson won’t get fished by me again… he thought glumly, narrowing grey eyes on the lure. Being fished himself once didn’t help matters, almost putting him off fishing entirely. But as a main source of food to him for now, Fenryl had to chance it. But throughout the early morning hours where the smell of sea foam was at its strongest as the sun rose above the waters to the east, it gave the Merman ample time to observe what was going down on the beach. It seemed some kind of event was being organised…narrowing his eyes he saw a few snack stands, a music station and the flickering flames of a bonfire. Free food huh… he considered. But he didn’t recall being invited…Hell when would he ever be? The moment he heard the voice bellowed through the megaphone however, Fenryl sweat-dropped. That idiot Noël…he’ll wake up the entire peninsula… Reeling back his line to see his bait eaten without him noticing, Fenryl grumbled but packed away his things before transforming to his human form, heaving the bag of fish gear and his small catch over his shoulder. His clothes weren't really suitable for a party though; it was just his ordinary casual wear of magenta clothes, his purple hair loose and long. Ah well, least it wasn't too damp. Pulling on his boots then, he'd start jogging down the golden shores of sand towards the party to hopefully at least address Noël, and get some free breakfast if he was lucky. Besides, if Noël was the one organising the thing, why wasn’t he informed? What if the guy had already grown some balls, a backbone and some independence and started doing things by himself regardless of anything? On the other hand, what if he was so swamped with admirers he didn’t know what to? Picking up a kebab on an unmanned table filled with them on the way, Fenryl munched through it happily before he could find the kid pedalling around. It seemed though that a lady had anticipated him, inquiring Noël with similarly worded questions as to what Fenryl was thinking. Swallowing his mouthful, Fenryl joined the conversation with a polite nod. “Fenryl Cyflym, a pleasure,” he introduced himself quickly to the girl, before turning to Noël. “Need some help, Noël?” he asked complacently, hand on his hip. “Oh, no fee necessary. But invite me first next time at least," he added, raising an eyebrow with his voice edging casual scolding beyond it's normal impassiveness. Munch. Through his kebab with some satisfaction he went.

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[NOËL R.]

[atrb=valign, top] Well, it should have occurred to him that maybe there were well. Normal people asleep. But hey. There was no harm in waking everyone up to give them an early start on the day. Besides that, if he couldn't sleep then no one would be allowed to. And they couldn't be mad forever if there was a party full of festivities. Of course, it was midnight so maybe the sleepy party people wouldn't exactly be fun either. No harm, no foul. He just hoped that Nihel wouldn't slaughter him before the night was over. He really hadn't spent that much! ... well, alright. That was a lie. He had used his credit card to pay for a DJ and most of the decorations, but he totally had to forgive him. He was getting him in with the ladies, so he couldn't hate him forever! If one of the Rousseau twins couldn't have a lady, then the other one had to! Speaking of which, he still did totes not understand why he was single. The girls - and boys - should have been flocking to him! What if even ever. As if he cared in the first place. Maybe he was just too good for them? Aah, he could understand that. He would have been embarrassed to talk to him too. He was just so good looking and charming and amazing and wonderful and ... what was he thinking about again? Whatever. His bike skid to a stop after he had finished making his rounds around the peninsula, the silver haired teen slumped over the handlebars trying to catch his breath. Dang, riding a bike and screaming at the top of your lungs was exhausting. He didn't get to relax for long though before being prompted by a particularly feminine voice. Aah, so someone had decided to come to the party huh? He knew it would have worked. Noël sat up on his bike, moving to turn off the siren and the megaphone before setting it down onto the ground beside him. He laughed, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned forward on his bike. "What am I doin'?" He snorted, rolling his eyes. Wasn't it obvious what he was doing? Naturally? "I'm 'avin' a party, Iphi.

[/b]" The teen shrugged his shoulders in reply, stretching his legs out slightly before he moved to get off his bike. Pulling out the kick stand so that it wouldn't tip over before he faced her once more. "I probably shouldn't but I like t' think 'bout it as ... an early wake up call. 'Course, it's ... midnight so I suppose that people will be mad.[/b]"

Aah, whatever. They could be as mad as they wanted. They'd totes thank him for it later.

Ooh. And there was his favorite wingman. Also his only one because his twin made a poor substitute for one- and he was eating his food. He was eating his food. Noël reached over, moving to take the stick from his hand and taking a bite himself. He puffed out his cheeks in irritation, chewing until he was finished before he decided to speak. "I don't need 'yer help right now. Can't y' see I'm talking to a ba- ... girl?[/b]" He grumbled. "And y' were invited. E'eryone with ears was invited![/color]" He turned to face the town once more, watching some of the sleepy residents leave their homes. Although, they certainly didn't seem happy to have been woken up. Aw shit.
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[RINGO S.]

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[NIHEL R.]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] WORDS lol idk man TAGS noel, iphi, fenryl, ringo NOTES whoa, nihel, calm down He got to the beach quickly enough, having understood that that's where the party would be at from the voice of his dumb twin through the megaphone. Who even did that, in the middle of the night? Had he no concern for the circadian rhythms of the poor townspeople? Not that he cared, really, because they were all just as stupid as Nihel, but they weren't that stupid. His twin had even failed to mention the location of the party in the text he had sent, although he had included something else that did not spark his love for his brother this particular night. As soon as he laid eyes upon the slightly shorter Rousseau kid, Nihel knotted his hands into fists of rage, and sped up towards the silver-haired man that he called his brother. He was standing next to his parked bicycle, a girl he thought looked familiar and a really long haired male he wasn't acquainted with. "Are you insane?!" he bellowed out at his twin, before his right and dominant fist was raised, and eventually thrown into the side of Noel's face. "How's that for a face punch." He barely noticed the fourth member of the party, standing next to one of the tables carrying various sortments of food.

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[ORVILLE J.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top]	[atrb=valign,top] ◄	The blonde wasn’t actually asleep by the time he heard Noel’s screaming and the siren. Orville had been up scrolling through his dashboard, trying to unwind from a day of work when the loud mouth had passed by. The teenager had thrown one glance at this computer before closing it and getting dressed. He hadn’t expected such an open invite party to happen in Primula town. It was the kind of thing he expected back in the city. Or well, not that he would have gone anywhere in the city. He didn’t want to get shanked on his way to a midnight party. “Sponsored by a lil’ bro huh?” Orville muttered to himself as he scribbled a note and left for his aunt to find. There was nothing wrong with just wanting to check it out right? Nothing said he couldn’t just grab some freebies and ditch. What else was there to do around the ranch anyway? With that thought in mind, the young man found himself at the beach. The supposed party was set up but there wasn’t much going on was there? Just a bunch of people milling around. He hadn’t exactly been a party animal in high school, but he was pretty sure this wasn’t how a party was. It was lively and really loud, not…boring. However, it seemed that he had perfect timing. Right as he was about to turn on his heel and leave he heard some very angry yelling. Was it one of the angry villagers that had been woken up? He paused, a smirk slowly gracing his lips as he watched the angry twin punch his brother. “Now that is what I call lively.” He said with a laugh to the group while slowly clapping. That had probably been the funniest first impression ever. “And here I thought this was dead before it even started.” Orville added. He glanced over the little huddle amused at the turn of events. Didn’t seem like much else was going on besides those four. As much as he liked seeing other people in pain there had to be something else to this party. Besides, there was no need to put himself in the middle of the line of fire. Orville snatched up a can of soda, absently rubbing the top before popping it opening. He took a refreshing sip before looking over the other party goers which weren’t many. Lord, did Primula lack teenagers. Noel had prepared for way more people than he’d received. Well, it was still early-ish. He took another swig of his Coke before noticing a stray brown coat on the ground. It lay in the sand abandoned and he picked it up before pausing. Would there actually be a coat check around somewhere? Or was there someone already getting busy behind a sand dune? “Who wears a jacket in the middle of summer anyway?” he muttered absently, wondering if he should bother finding the hobo that owned this.
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[atrb=style,background:#fafafa; width: 300px; padding: 20px;] As she talked to Noel, people kept arriving. Well, she wasn't sure if they were arriving for the party or arriving to yell at Noel for riding around the peninsula, screaming into a megaphone, but people were still coming to the beach anyways. A long-haired man jogged up to them, a kebab in one hand while the other was on his hip as he introduced himself as Fenryl. "Oh, nice to meet you," she said quickly before he turned his attention to Noel, and she giggled at their slight banter. She hadn't even had time to reply to Noel before Fenryl showed up, and she barely had time to do anything else before another young man showed up at the party — a strangely familiar one, though she couldn't put her finger on it in the darkness — and marched right over to Noel, punching him in the face. Iphi gasped, not used to seeing violence, and covered her mouth. From behind she heard a bit of slow clapping and turned to see a newcomer, an unfamiliar blonde man who was smirking and almost laughing. If she had a bit more confidence, she might've told him stop that, it wasn't funny that someone just got punched! Alas, the brunette was a bit shy, however, and wasn't sure what to say, so instead she just turned back to see if Noel was okay.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noël, Nihel, Arianna, Iphigenia, Skylar, Ringo, Orville WORDS 429 NOTES ~ Slowly, hypnotically almost, people began to gather around onto the beach, probably to siphon off with Fenryl’s kebab. Correction: Noël’s kebab, which he took no time reminding Fenryl off as he plucked it out of the Merman’s hands. He let out a small whining noise in defence, but he let it out, his face briefly falling with disappointment as he eyed it throughout the conversation. The Rousseau didn’t need his help eh? Yeah, and he didn’t need to transform every ten minutes. “All yours then,” he said, handwaving Noël’s comment aside. To pre-occupy himself then he’d probably just clean his blade or something, as the sheathed weapon hung lazily on his waist. It was pretty useful for mincing any fish he caught. But returning to Noël, perhaps at least then he could observe how the kid managed to so royally screw himself over with the ladies. Speaking of in fact, he gave ‘Iphi’ a brief nod of acknowledgement to her words before turning away; looking to other food he could ‘borrow’. "H-hello... I see you're at the party too." Fenryl smiled a little as he turned to the voice. Ringo stood before him, an acquaintance made under the most unfortunate of circumstances. But the Merman was glad to see him in any case; happy to see the skirmish with that particularly grating Mermaid didn’t make things too awkward. “Oh, hey Ringo. The kebabs are pretty good here ri-“ “Are you insane?!" “Hrm?” Fenryl’s eyes narrowed and guard sharpened as a man who looked really similar to Noël stepped forward. Due to some awkward placement, Noël was standing in between the assailant and Fenryl, leaving the Merman to be unable to see the punch coming. The snap of skin of skin echoed, letting Fenryl catch Noël by the shoulders should he fall from the momentum. “Steady, Noël,” he muttered lowly, hand briefly on his friend’s shoulder to keep him upright. “Iphi’s watching.” Passing by him to face the adversary, Fenryl firmly plucked the kebab out of Noël’s hands again, but in exchange flicked a small tub of ointment into his friend’s hands. “Clean yourself up,” he muttered, grey eyes darkened at the look-like, ignoring the flicker of activity from a nearby blonde. Kebab flicked through his fingers momentarily before he crossed his arms, sword bouncing on his hip “So do either of you want to explain yourselves?” he asked tepidly, irritated at the disturbance to an otherwise enjoyable party.

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