Post by kris on Oct 5, 2007 14:53:07 GMT
Well, trolling the boards some more. But this was a request from Izy. And we all RP becuase we like being seen, heard, appraised. So I figured I might as well put it up for everyone to read. I'm arrogant too! Some of the older people here might remember the characters too. And their tendencies to cuase trouble. 
Sorry, if I didn't do honour to the amusing idea you did throw at me, Izy, but I'm rusty-rusty-rusty. But here it is.
Kris sauntered down the hallways with his regular relaxed grace. A bit surprising perhaps, considering the fact he was wearing high heeled boots. Yet Kris could walk as steadily on the 2 inch stiletto heels as in a simple pair of sneakers. Not becuase he usually wore heels that much. But thanks to a couple of brilliantly applied charms from Cleo – after she had stopped laughing of course – and the sole of the boots was as even as that of regular shoes. Finding a pair of boots that would actually fit had been harder than applying the charms really. But who was Kris to back out from a challenge? And really. He just had to play the outfit properly. Put in enough courage and self-awareness and you could easily avoid being laughing-stock.. Though if people laughed at you, they underestimated you as well, giving you an edge. Not that Kris cared about that just now. He’d just have to play it out with enough guts, becuase his clothes were classy on their own. The black heeled boots. A flowing white skirt that moved freely just above his knees and one of his own black silk shirts. Because really, nothing was sexier than wearing a guys clothes. It made other guys think what the object of their desire would look in their clothes which would in turn lead to taking off clothes and everything else fun between. Any hormonal male teenager knew that. The hormonal female teenagers who thought they could read a male teenager’s mind knew that too. Following that hormonal male teenagers train of thought wasn’t that hard really. Kris smirked widely at the train of thought he was currently pushing forward, becuase appearantly he was still an hormonal teenager as well.
The smirk on Kris’s face must have held some malice becuase the voices of three chattering girls stopped abruptly as Kris rounded the corner. Surely it was becuase he and his emotions dispalyed on his face held more impact on the girls than his outfit! Kris felt his smirk stretching even wider at that thought as she pushed open the doors to teh Great Hall and stepped in. Lazily shifting the white skirt and basketball held in his hands Kris headed towards the ravenclaw table, listening to snippets of some quite suddenly disrupted conversations as he headed towards Dana’s regular seat. He wasn’t disappointed either. Dana was there and Kris could hear the amusement and curiousity in her voice.
"Looking rather... ah... fetching today, Kris? Some special occasion I wasn’t notified of?"„Awww? Really? You think I look fetching?“ Kris spread his arms and made a full circle on spot as he mock-pouted his lips towards Dana, „I’m so glad. I was worried the skirt makes my behind look too big.“ A choking noise form Dana’s general direction and a mumble from a voice Kris classified as Sapphire Phoenix’s – one of Dana’s firends – were his only answer. Being able to only understand something about legs form Sapphire’s mumble, Kris nodded lighty as he stepped closer and raising his right leg in a swift cancan movement placed it on the table. „My legs? How kind of you to notice, Sapphire,“ Kris spoke in a sugary voice, „I’m quite fond of them too. Shapely, carry me quickly where and when I need. Adorable?“
„Don’t you ever shave?“ Dana inserted quickly making Kris turn his head innocently towards her attention yet again: „Not below my chin I don’t!“
„I can see that, like most of the other Ravenclaws around,“ a shove from Dana pushed Kris’s leg away from the table’s edge and back on the groun, „What did you want?“
Ah. The age-old question that was bound to come. Kris turned and leaned to sit on the table-top now that his leg had been removed from there. „Well, it’s a bit of a long story. A bet so to say, with some of our more amusing cousins Pierre and Michel, about the fact that no one wearing a skirt and heels could ever beat them in basketball. I just had to think of you, especially as Cleo absoltely refused to play,“ Kris smiled as charmingly and heart-meltingly as he could as he offered the white skirt he had brought along to Dana. "You’re lucky I wore all black today, so we'll fit,“ was the only responce as the skirt was snatched form his hand. A bit of cloth rustling as Dana evidently slipped the skirt to his hips over her head and then dragged off her pants form underneath the skirt. „May I have your leg, mademoiselle,“ Kris requested while holding out one hand and taking hold of his wand with the ohter wand. Dana could be just as threatical as needed so barely a few moments later a leg landed on Kris’s palm and he calmly cast the smae spells that evened the sole of his boots onto Dana’s shoes as well, first on one leg, then the other. Dana’s boots clicked sharply on the floor as she stood and most likely fixed her skirt as Kris smirked – yet again. Teh basketball twirled between his hands once more as he straightened. A bounce on the floor an it was safely caught between Dana’s palms as Kris offered his elbow to her.
„Let’s play.“
Sorry, if I didn't do honour to the amusing idea you did throw at me, Izy, but I'm rusty-rusty-rusty. But here it is.
Kris sauntered down the hallways with his regular relaxed grace. A bit surprising perhaps, considering the fact he was wearing high heeled boots. Yet Kris could walk as steadily on the 2 inch stiletto heels as in a simple pair of sneakers. Not becuase he usually wore heels that much. But thanks to a couple of brilliantly applied charms from Cleo – after she had stopped laughing of course – and the sole of the boots was as even as that of regular shoes. Finding a pair of boots that would actually fit had been harder than applying the charms really. But who was Kris to back out from a challenge? And really. He just had to play the outfit properly. Put in enough courage and self-awareness and you could easily avoid being laughing-stock.. Though if people laughed at you, they underestimated you as well, giving you an edge. Not that Kris cared about that just now. He’d just have to play it out with enough guts, becuase his clothes were classy on their own. The black heeled boots. A flowing white skirt that moved freely just above his knees and one of his own black silk shirts. Because really, nothing was sexier than wearing a guys clothes. It made other guys think what the object of their desire would look in their clothes which would in turn lead to taking off clothes and everything else fun between. Any hormonal male teenager knew that. The hormonal female teenagers who thought they could read a male teenager’s mind knew that too. Following that hormonal male teenagers train of thought wasn’t that hard really. Kris smirked widely at the train of thought he was currently pushing forward, becuase appearantly he was still an hormonal teenager as well.
The smirk on Kris’s face must have held some malice becuase the voices of three chattering girls stopped abruptly as Kris rounded the corner. Surely it was becuase he and his emotions dispalyed on his face held more impact on the girls than his outfit! Kris felt his smirk stretching even wider at that thought as she pushed open the doors to teh Great Hall and stepped in. Lazily shifting the white skirt and basketball held in his hands Kris headed towards the ravenclaw table, listening to snippets of some quite suddenly disrupted conversations as he headed towards Dana’s regular seat. He wasn’t disappointed either. Dana was there and Kris could hear the amusement and curiousity in her voice.
"Looking rather... ah... fetching today, Kris? Some special occasion I wasn’t notified of?"„Awww? Really? You think I look fetching?“ Kris spread his arms and made a full circle on spot as he mock-pouted his lips towards Dana, „I’m so glad. I was worried the skirt makes my behind look too big.“ A choking noise form Dana’s general direction and a mumble from a voice Kris classified as Sapphire Phoenix’s – one of Dana’s firends – were his only answer. Being able to only understand something about legs form Sapphire’s mumble, Kris nodded lighty as he stepped closer and raising his right leg in a swift cancan movement placed it on the table. „My legs? How kind of you to notice, Sapphire,“ Kris spoke in a sugary voice, „I’m quite fond of them too. Shapely, carry me quickly where and when I need. Adorable?“
„Don’t you ever shave?“ Dana inserted quickly making Kris turn his head innocently towards her attention yet again: „Not below my chin I don’t!“
„I can see that, like most of the other Ravenclaws around,“ a shove from Dana pushed Kris’s leg away from the table’s edge and back on the groun, „What did you want?“
Ah. The age-old question that was bound to come. Kris turned and leaned to sit on the table-top now that his leg had been removed from there. „Well, it’s a bit of a long story. A bet so to say, with some of our more amusing cousins Pierre and Michel, about the fact that no one wearing a skirt and heels could ever beat them in basketball. I just had to think of you, especially as Cleo absoltely refused to play,“ Kris smiled as charmingly and heart-meltingly as he could as he offered the white skirt he had brought along to Dana. "You’re lucky I wore all black today, so we'll fit,“ was the only responce as the skirt was snatched form his hand. A bit of cloth rustling as Dana evidently slipped the skirt to his hips over her head and then dragged off her pants form underneath the skirt. „May I have your leg, mademoiselle,“ Kris requested while holding out one hand and taking hold of his wand with the ohter wand. Dana could be just as threatical as needed so barely a few moments later a leg landed on Kris’s palm and he calmly cast the smae spells that evened the sole of his boots onto Dana’s shoes as well, first on one leg, then the other. Dana’s boots clicked sharply on the floor as she stood and most likely fixed her skirt as Kris smirked – yet again. Teh basketball twirled between his hands once more as he straightened. A bounce on the floor an it was safely caught between Dana’s palms as Kris offered his elbow to her.
„Let’s play.“
No one could've done it better than you!
She has sharper wit than that and I'm sure would have inserted a more cutting comment in that he would have had no chance but to hear (not that it would have dented his big fluffy ego, of course).