KISSING DAY

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KISSING DAY

RULES

• Kissing Day is the day before the summer solstice! It's considered good luck to get kissed today, and bad luck and a year of loneliness if you don't get a kiss, or if the object of your affection refuses a kiss from you.


• The melodrama of what it means if you don't get the right kiss can vary, so feel free to have your characters be incredibly melodramatic or extremely exasperated over this superstition.


• Simply comment with your character's name and form below, and then respond to others who have posted their characters!


• Some students may be under the impression that more kissing = more luck. Will anything special happen if you collect the most kisses? (... probably not, but you'll sure feel loved.)

Name:
Receptiveness: Is your character soliciting kisses? Actively avoiding them? Only accepting them from select people? Do they need to be harangued into participating? Are they losing it because if their crush doesn't kiss them they're going to die alone???

<b>Name:</b> <b>Receptiveness:</b> Is your character soliciting kisses? Actively avoiding them? Only accepting them from select people? Do they need to be harangued into participating? Are they losing it because if their crush doesn't kiss them they're going to die alone???

» KISSES: Post your character's willingness to get some kisses!

» OTHER: If you have any scenes you'd like to do that don't fit in above, put them here!

» OOC: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS & CONCERNS

Comments

[sylla]

"I'm sure you know of some decent secluded spots, closet or not," Sylla seems to drawl, taking his hand and lifting the flower to her nose demurely. "If you're certain your freshmen admirers will not mind terribly," she laughs, already glancing around for relative privacy.

[evercretin]

"It's my understandin' that we've both been well rated by them in the past," Dimi quips, one brow quirked. "Somethin' about a knife at a fist fight?"

He gives Sylla's hand a squeeze and a playful little swing as he turns and looks around, making a show of considering their options. "You know, as much fun as a snog in the closet is, I'd much prefer to get a kiss from you in the sunshine. Maybe we could find a quiet spot by the docks?"

[sylla]

"I do not pay the opinions of freshmen much mind. Daddy wouldn't even let me bring my knife to school with me," Sylla sighs with a small grumble, watching as he swings their hands together. She's never walked holding hands with a bloke, not like this. "At least you needn't worry about nosy freshmen for much longer."

Her eyes narrow curiously up at the older boy, realizing he is being facetious as well. She isnt used to letting other people make the decisions, she realizes, but strangely she doesn't seem to mind this time. She takes one long step in front of him, smirking as she takes the lead. "You perhaps should spend as much time as you can by the lake before you go. Or soak in as much sun before we return to all that cloud."

[evercretin]

Dimi snickers. "A real shame," he says, placing his free hand over his heart and dipping his head. He's not entirely sure the knife comment is a joke, but he's going with it.

That smile of his broadens when Sylla takes the lead. He's happy to oblige, following behind her with a bounce in his step. His smile twitches. So much talk of leaving. He's ready to go and ... also decidedly not. "You think I could get a bit of a tan? Back to west country with a bit of color in my cheeks." Dimi turns his arm over like he's checking a watch, inspecting the skin of his wrist, and then peering over it at Sylla. "I'm not so sure."

[sylla]

Sylla takes quick swishy steps as she's seen Mummy take in her dark full skirts, flipping her hair as she turns to walk backwards - hips swaying as her small feet angle carefully down the hill towards the lake. There's a strange power she feels in trying to be appealing and cute. It's the same sort of power she feels when she stalks across the dueling ring, and she can't explain why or how it happens, but she enjoys it.

"I can't imagine you any more handsome than you already are, but now is the time to try a tan," she murmurs. "Carpe diem. Or. . ." Sylla purses her lips and smiles wider, "Carpe sol."