just dancin' in the dark {Kit, Open!}

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bart's Costume (no fire extinguisher) !

Bartholomew had been hopelessly lost in the mass of people. He wasn't used to going to large social gatherings alone. He and Kit had said that they would meet up at the dance over by the drink tables. It shouldn't have been hard. But as soon as he'd arrived, he'd been pulled into the middle of all of the dancing. He'd been surrounded by sweaty, cheering, costumed bodies, and until a few minutes ago hadn't been able to get away. He had bent over, breathing heavily to get the stench of sweat and whatever other horomones were pumping into the air. He had just stood up, ready to go find Kit at the drink table when the lights suddenly went out.

This was great. Fantastic. People around him were starting to scream, laugh, and shout. They all thought it was one big joke, but it didn't seem like it to Bartholomew. The teachers were trying to restore order, barking at the students. It didn't seem like they would be doing that if the students weren't in danger and they didn't know what was going on.

"Kit!" Bartholomew started shouting her name, adding his voice to the hubbub. He stumbled blindly forward, intent on finding her. She was his girlfriend... Okay, maybe not, but it was possible that she was his girlfriend. When did you start calling a girl you liked and took to dances your girlfriend? He shook his head at his foolishness. He couldn't dwell on that for long. The point was that he was worried about her, and he needed to find her.

"Kit! Kit! Kit, where are you?" He shouted out desperately. He ended up tripping - over a chair, a prop, or a student, he wasn't sure - and fell forward. He scrambled up hastily, ignoring the bruises that were forming on his side, and resumed calling.

"Kit! Kiiiiiiiit! Kit, are you okay?"

He shuffled forward to where he could feel the warmth of another person.

"Have you seen Kit Felix? Tall, blonde, wearing a cat costume?" He asked the person he had come across. Maybe it was a group of people. In the inky darkness, he couldn't see the hand in front of his face, let alone how many people their were.



Summary: Bartholomew was looking for Kit, but got pulled into the dancing crowd. Once he got out, however, the blackout hit. He's now frantically looking for Kit, worried for her safety. He tripped over something, but pressed on, and now approached what he thinks is a person, or perhaps a group of people, and asked them if they had seen Kit.
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[/i] Bart is so cute to care~ You can definitely jump in on this, anyone! :]
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[Kit Felix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 150px 150px 0px 0px; background-color: #bcb8b8; width: 400px; color: #2f2e2e; text-align: left; padding: 10px 10px 2px;border: 1px dashed #717171;] i think we're witnessing THE HUMBLE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE HERE, don't you agree? Oh, this was so adorable! There was no hiding the grin plastered on Kit's face as she slipped into costume that was more like a second skin the way it hugged her. After a couple slight modifications, it was just barely school appropriate. She looked herself over in the full length mirror on the back of her dorm door. Almost perfect. She turned to see just how high the skirt hiked up in the back. Thankfully, a friend of hers had added enough length that she still looked classy enough to keep from looking cheap. The skirt came down about to her mid thigh, but it was still short enough to show off her taught, smooth legs. Dancing certainly kept her in shape. She twirled once, taking note how the dress was so form fitting that the skirt didn't flare out around her. That was good. If she were to squat to grab something, nothing would show. Positively school appropriate! She slipped into a pair of high heels before kicking them off and slipping on a pair of nylons. Blisters on her feet would not bode well for her dancing lessons. Happy with her now-lightly-covered legs and feet, she put the shoes back on before carefully placing the headband right at the crown of her head. A frown pulled the corners of her lips downwards as her actual ears stuck out. Now she looked weird. What sort of cat-girl had four ears? But the way the headband had to sit, there wasn't much of a way to hide it. It didn't help that the cat ears were black and stuck out against her light blonde hair. No matter. She figured that her date would be more interested in the overall outfit than the fact that she had two sets of ears. After looking herself over once more, she put on her best smile and rolled her tongue in a faux purr. Perfect. The gym wasn't that far, and the night wasn't too cold, so Kit simply sauntered on over to where the party was already alive and kicking. Hmm... should she play the 'I was waiting for you to show up' card or the 'I'll let you find me' card? She tapped her cheek in thought. Well, Bart seemed to be so... naive about these sorts of things, so perhaps she should go easy on him. Her eyes practically lit up at the prospect of a third card being thrown into the mix. The 'I was so worried you weren't going to show up' card. How catty. No pun intended. Readjusting her cat ears ever so slightly, she allowed herself to be pulled into the massive crowd that bobbed and moved with the beat. Hm, maybe the high heels weren't such a great idea. Whatever. No pain, no gain. It was a little bit before Kit caught sight of an out-of-place helmet. No, not quite out of place. More like... awkwardly-in-place. Oh how sweet, he went with it! she thought to herself, suddenly giddy like a young school girl. While she couldn't see him for sure, Kit was pretty sure there weren't many firemen around on the dance floor. Especially not awkward ones. As it moved away from her, she made her way after him, slowly but surely. Her gaze was locked on him as she stalked after him, not unlike a cat stalking its prey. Then, of course, she would pounce, and it would be downhill from there. Finally, he managed to free himself from the crowd. She watched, wondering which card he was playing. Perhaps she over thought things. He began walking to the punch table. And Kit was ready to make her move. All at once, the lights all went out and the music came to an abrupt halt. She stopped as well, effectively caught off guard by this turn of events. Sadly, her costume did not give her any special 'see in the dark' abilities. Girls screamed, and there were numerous laughs ringing out in the gym. She scowled. She was going to hurt someone. All at once, the gym seemed to light up with noise, though very little of it was coherent. Somehow, amidst the chaos, she picked up her name. It was interesting how even in a crowded, noisy place, one could always hear their name. She couldn't help but smile as she tried to pinpoint where her name was coming from. She was still in the crowd. The last she saw of Bartholomew was heading to the punch table. That was a couple meters away. She walked slowly, feeling around to make sure she didn't injure herself on the table. That wouldn't be fun at all. "Bart?" she called out, though she doubted it would do too much. "Ow!" she winced and openly cursed as her foot collided with the leg of the table. Found it. She blew her bangs out of her face. As if he knew she had just hurt herself, "Kit! Kiiiiiiiit! Kit, are you okay?" came from somewhere ahead of her. Did he know she was back there? No way. She couldn't see him so there was no possible way he could see her. She moved forward until she was fairly sure he was close. "Have you seen Kit Felix? Tall, blonde, wearing a cat costume?" Bingo. Someone was in front of her. And that someone happened to be talking. About her. Gently, so as not to scare him too terribly much, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Bart? I don't think my description is going to help much in the dark," she said lightly. WORDS: 937 NOTES: Finally a response and Costume (but not as much cleavage) TAGGED: Bart CREDITS: TABLE BY SEADRA OF ON THE EDGE

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bart's Costume (no fire extinguisher) !

A hand touched his shoulder, and her voice spoke to him gently. Kit. Thank goodness. He felt a lightness pass through his body as the worry left him. He had had these ideas that maybe she had been surrounded by people, or that she had been harassed. Something like that. But she was fine, and she was here.

"Oh... Oh, yes, of course. I wasn't sure what else to do. I was just... worried about you." Bartholomew wanted to move closer to Kit, wanted to make sure that she was okay, and that nothing had happened to her. He might be small, and definitely not worth considering as competition, but he would take care of Kit for as long as he could. He cleared his throat, deciding that any move he made now would be drastic. And he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. "Are you okay? I mean, this blackout is as weird as anything. I wonder when the power will come back on..."

He looked around, but still couldn't see much. Most people were still shouting, looking for friends and dates, or anyone that they knew. This situation was just so unusual, Bartholomew wasn't sure how to react. He decided that maybe they should get out of the way of the people jostling around them.

"Maybe... Let's get to the wall. Stay out of the way." Bartholomew reasoned, and reached for Kit's hand. His heart thudded, and time slowed down. The noise of other people faded into the background, and he swallowed, trying to conquer his nerves. Her delicate hand, graceful so as to accentuate her dancer's movements, was close to his now. He thought so. He hoped he wasn't grabbing her dress or something. That would definitely make him look uncouth. Nevertheless, he held onto something warm - were those fingers? He certainly hoped so - and pulled lightly toward the wall. He assumed she would follow, but perhaps she wouldn't. His goal was just to get them out of the way until they could figure out what was going on.



Summary: Bartholomew is relieved to find Kit, and fights with his desire to comfort her by giving her a hug or something. He decides that would be too rash, and says they should go find a wall so that they don't run over by the people all around them. He reaches for her hand (nervous/panic moment here), though it might be a part of her dress (that's up to you), and starts leading her to the wall.
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[/i] Tee-hee~ <3
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[Kit Felix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 150px 150px 0px 0px; background-color: #bcb8b8; width: 400px; color: #2f2e2e; text-align: left; padding: 10px 10px 2px;border: 1px dashed #717171;] i think we're witnessing THE HUMBLE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE HERE, don't you agree? She wished the lights were on. Judging from his voice, Kit assumed he was blushing, or at least close to it. Oh, guys were always so cute when they blushed. She bit her lip a bit, though the playful move went unnoticed in the pitch blackness. With a light sigh, she pouted, cursing this darkness to the ends of the earth. This was supposed to be fun. She was not having fun, even if she was with her newest squeaky toy. She was beginning to consider finding the principal and complaining. It was at that time that Bart's hand found hers. He tentatively grasped her fingers, and she allowed herself to be pulled off to the side. Well, maybe the principal could wait for a bit. This squeaky toy was rather proper, just as someone should be, especially if they were dating her, the Kit Felix. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" she asked, genuinely confused. She squinted, trying to do anything to get back her eyesight. Her foot collided with someone else's, and her grip on Bart's hand tightened as she fought to get her feet beneath herself to avoid falling over. She squeaked slightly as she stepped on a fallen plastic cup and it snapped beneath her foot. "Oh good grief!" she huffed, stomping her foot on the gym floor. "I just want these lights to come back on," she whined. "Bartholomew~" she began, suddenly changing her turn. "Won't you do something about the lights?" WORDS: 249 NOTES: Another short, sweet, to the point kind of thing TAGGED: Bart~ CREDITS: TABLE BY SEADRA OF ON THE EDGE

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bart's Costume (no fire extinguisher) !

Bartholomew kept his hand in Kit's, savoring the warmth that she gave him in this strange environment. He could hear other people around him, most murmuring anxiously, or with concern about the lights. Kit asked him what was going on, and at first he shrugged. He soon realized that that was pointless, since it was dark and she couldn't see him. Way to go, Bart. He thought grumpily, and then spoke aloud.

"No, I'm not sure, Kit," He looked around, trying to see if there was any light at all. Of course there wasn't, and he couldn't see anything. What was going on? Surely the teachers would have fixed the problem by now?

It was at that moment he jumped at Kit stamped her foot against the ground. She whined to Bartholomew to do something about the lights. Bartholomew wanted to help her, though he wished she didn't use that whining tone. It wasn't helping him think at all.

"I'm sure the teachers will take care of it, soon, Kit, don't worry. At least we're together, r-right?" Bartholomew inwardly cringed. How on earth could he say something that forward and stupid? She probably wished she was in the arms of some tall, handsome, muscular quarter back. Not with him. But he cared for her so much. He didn't think he was going to be ready for the "L-word" anytime soon, but he really did like her, and care for her.

At that moment, the lights hummed back to life, and Bartholomew smiled at Kit. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He squeezed her hand lightly, and then looked around for a conversational piece. He saw the food and drink table, and decided that would work. He could get some extra chivalry points, too.

"Would you like something to drink, or eat, maybe? Everything looked good over there." Bartholomew offered. He hoped she might walk with him, just so they could make up for lost time, but he figured he would be expected to get her food for her.



Summary: Bartholomew likes holding hands with Kit, and they talk about the darkness. He says something sappy and berates himself for it. The lights come back on, and he offers to get her something from the food/drink table.
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