Entrance Hall

[Vianna]

Vianna entered the Entrance Hall, her robes flowing behind her.

[Ms Scarlett]

Ms. Scarlett was stopped by a house-elf before she entered the Entrance Hall. She shrugged her long golden robe off and handed it to the elf impatiently as it scurried away. She finally entered the Entrance Hall and nearly ran another girl over. At least, it appeared to be a girl. Without muttering an apology, she moved on. She paused at the top of the stairs and looked around and was disappointed to see she was one of the first ones there.

Ms. Scarlett walked down the stairs gracefully, not an easy task in her shoes. Her head was tilted high. This would be an interesting night, she expected. She imagined most other girls were busy rushing to disguise themselves. It hadn't been so hard for her. The dress was hers anyways, a gift from her father for when she turned seventeen. She would be seventeen soon enough. The mask was her grandmother's. Solid gold and handmade. The shoes, well shoes were something that she could easily find. What had taken up most of her day was her hair. Every time she tried to change it, it would change back. It was hard work, but the reddish-brown color was there to stay. For tonight, at least.

[Marie]

Marie let her cape fall from her shoulders as an elf rushed to relieve her of it. She looked around, taking in everything she saw. Her hand smoothed the front of her dress as her other adjusted her mask. She had taken hours to get ready so she looked every inch of a princess. Her ruby gown was deliciously embrodiered, her bodice low cut and her waist seemed tiny. The long blonde hair of her character feel in free curls down her back as she portrayed the forgotten lady, Mary Boleyn. She took a deep breath, and entered the ball.

[Belladonna]

Belladonna walked gracefully down the stairs and into he entrance hall dressed of course in a dress, like most girls. Her dress was something memorable though, billowing layers of gold and golden dust, embodied in a thin gold thread which created pretty flower designs, the layers lined with big golden roses. Belladonna felt in a sort of fair tale with her big beautiful dress and the elegant mask, it was as if she had stepped into a different world, a world where she wouldn't be judged by her actions or what she wore, a world where she could do as she pleased and not suffer paying the consequences, yet she knew that it was just a one night world, where in the morning things would get back to the way they were.

Belladonna flicked her dark curls from her face, her hair was a dark brown for the evening, left out in luscious curls. Belladonna looked around curious to see if she could recognize anybody she knew, but of course she couldn't. Belladonna simply tampered with the feathers on her mask waiting like the rest of the people that had made their way down.

[Osiris]

Osiris walked into the Ballroom, his body language signalling self-confidence with every step. He'd been looking forward to tonight. His costume, that of an Egyptian Pharoah, had taken a long time to get right, but as he'd peered through the eye slots into the mirror earlier this evening, he knew it was worth it.

Every last detail was perfect. The mask, the black tunic, the golden wristlets- he was looking good, and he knew it. It was going to be a fun evening.

[Ms Scarlett]

Ms. Scarlett turned around to see one person after another after the Entrance Hall. Excitement rose and a smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming behind her mask. She moved towards the side of the Hall so she wasn't blocking the middle. Of course, she did not recognize anyone and she hoped that no one would recognize her. The gowns the girls wore were exquisite and the costumes were creative. This would be a very interesting night...

Scarlett lifted her head to see what appeared to be a Pharaoh of some kind coming down the stairs. She couldn't bring herself to take her eyes away from the head piece. It looked as beautiful as it would have looked in ancient Egypt, probably.

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[Zorro]

Zorro shrugged off his her cloak and handed it to the house elf. She had debated whether or not to even come, but she knew if she didn't she would be missing a lot. It was the perfect costume for her. It masked her arms, legs, and back as well as her face and she didn't expect many people to think she would show up in anything but a ball gown like the other girls. The Legend of Zorro had been one of her favorite movies growing up as well.

Zorro headed into the Entrance Hall. She pause at the top and overlooked the momentarily small crowd before walking down the stairs into the room. Her 'sword' bounced on her hip as she moved. She was ready for this ball. Excitement buzzed through the air. She looked around for someone she was sure she would be able to point out, but nevertheless she couldn't find him.

[Kissed By An Angel]

Angel had worn a light green cloak that complimented the flowers on her dress and the feathers in her mask. She pulled it off and handed it to the house elf and thanked him before he ran off to put the cloak away. When she entered the Entrance Hall, she was glad to find she was not among the first ones to arrive. Angel glided down the stairs gracefully, her white dress and sparkling wings following. Her dress trailed behind her on the ground. Her hair had taken most of her time. The color, the curls, the design, and even just making it stay was time-consuming. Her mask was off white. It had small feathers carefully placed around the right side and embedded pearls.

[The Dread Pirate Roberts]

The Dread Pirate Roberts paused just inside the doors to the entrance hall and peered out at the room from behind his black half-mask. His hands rose, one settling against his hip, the other at the hilt of the sword he had been unable to resist adding to the costume.

"Here we leave behind reality for the dream," he murmured. Tonight, he was the Dread Pirate Roberts. Everything else was forgotten.

[The Gilded Raven]

The Gilded Raven's gaze found the pirate's only briefly before moving away, into the room. The black feathers of the Raven's headdress bobbed and swayed with the motion of the masked head, breathing life of their own into an almost inhuman face that could have been wood for the stillness of the white-painted lips. The head inclined slightly, a curious gesture made moreso by soulful eyes which slid from one costume to another, silently judging, absorbing.

The Raven brought mesh-gloved hands up, adjusting a many-layered cloak black as raven's wings but for the ruffled collars of delicate gold layered at the throat. Then, the Raven moved, gravitating toward the sounds of the dance floor.

[Princess]

The Princess's skin glowed as she entered the masquerade, strawberry lips curved into a perpetual half smile. Tonight was a dream, even if she knew that she would not see him here.

She pulled the string at her throat, allowing the cloak at her shoulders to slip, passing it into the care of the house elf. The corset-like top of her peach dress hugged her generous curves, emphasizing her decolletage and the tiny span of her waist, then spilling into a froth of layered silks.

Her hand sought the flowers at her waist, then rose to the veil tucked into the back of her artfully twisted hair. She had changed its color for the occasion to suit the dream, leaving herself behind.

[Catwoman]

Catwoman fairly twitched with excitement. If she had had a tail, it would be swishing with interest and eagerness. As it was, her blood-red painted lips were curved into an utterly feline smirk.

The whip curled at her side, tucked against the tight black leather of her costume, rested innocently, strangely, the most innocent thing about her tonight. Of course, innocence was highly overrated. She was here to play, not to watch.

[Neo]

Heavy footsteps crossed the floors, stopping inside the doors of the entrance hall. One hand rose, adjusting reflective black sunglasses charmed to allow the wearer to see through, even in dim lighting. Neo was a shadow in the unreal world around him, sleek and nearly satanic in deepest black from the high collar of his trenchcoat-style shirt to the toes of his highly polished boots.

He stood a moment in a posture of waiting, of expectation, then headed into the ball. He had taken the red pill tonight; it was time to face whatever the night held in store.

[Belle]

Belle entered the ball and gazed around in wonder, she smiled and her eyes lit up. She was wearing a buttercup yellow dress with her silky, chocolate brown curls tumbling down her back. She saw a lot of people had already arrived but that didn't bother her, she was buzzing with the anticipation of the evening.

[The Opheliac]

The Opheliac had entered the hall. She scanned the place with her eyes. She rearranged her mask and made sure that she wasn't 'hanging' out of her corset. She was a little bit afraid and walked to the corner of the room and leaned against the wall and shut her eyes. She felt a little bit self conscious. She knew how she looked, the white train of her dress and the blood red corset went well with the red and gold mask. Her hair was dark and hung down like a curtain covering half of her face and her hair had burgundy highlights in them.

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