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Post by Mayfair on Jun 7, 2008 9:18:47 GMT -5
 Mayfair wandered into the hall, her hands fiddling with her mask to make sure it was still secure. She felt nervous, yet oddly, the mask gave her a confidence she had long forgotten. Looking around, she shifted awkwardly in her dress, then made her way to were the music was drifting from. |
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Post by Curiosity on Jun 7, 2008 9:37:46 GMT -5
Walking around the Hall, Curiosity tried to fathom out who was who. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, she hadn't arranged to meet anyone here and was not yet in the mood for idle chit chat. That would come later. She only had one reason for attending this ball and although irked at the fact she could not tell who the masked were, it worked in her favour also. No one knew who she was, the green mask hid most of her face. She didn't know anyone well enough for them to recognise her eyes. Many didn't bother to look at her face when they spoke to her, either because they were afraid or intimidated, Curiosity didn't care why. The song ended in the Great Hall, stirring Curiosity to stop and listen to the muffled voices coming from behind the door. With the music beginning to play again, Curiosity opened the doors, looking forward to what she woul find.  |
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 12:33:34 GMT -5
Hook entered the hall, hat in hand, and stopped, booted feet wide on the floor as he surveyed the room. People had already arrived; he was not among the first, and that suited him. With a flourish, he set his hat atop his generous hair, the plume bobbing with the motion, as though as eager for the night as he.  |
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Post by Kindred Spirit on Jun 7, 2008 13:10:10 GMT -5
Kindred. Kindred. Kindred. Kindred. She kept saying the name over and over in her head, chanting it almost so she wouldn't forget it. She almost didn't come to the ball, wasn't in the mood to dress up and paint a smile on her face. Yet she had to come. Kindred looked around her. She didn't recognise anyone, but then that was the point wasn't it? She could be standing next to someone she knew, someone she was close to and she wouldn't even realise. She pondered quietly to herself whether or not he would be there. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her halo and held her head up. She would have some fun tonight, even if it killed her.  |
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Post by Hannibal on Jun 7, 2008 16:23:49 GMT -5
 Instead of heading down the stairs like it looked like most of the thers did when they entered the Entrance Hall, Hannibal slid out to the side-patio. He had no intention of coming to the Ball. This sort of thing seemed like the perfect trap for drama and trouble...two things he tried to avoid. He had come only as a promise to someone else. As Hannibal leaned on the balcolny over looking the courtyard, he shook his head. This would either be a very interesting night, or a very horrible one. |
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 8, 2008 6:01:21 GMT -5
People were coming in, which meant that she didn't want to stay out here anymore. Moving away she walked out into the balcony, leaning against the rail deep breaths issuing from her lungs. She turned her head seeing someone dressed as some murderer or something. She gasped then giggled at her silliness. "So who's murder victim number one?" she said watching Hannibal from the corner of her eyes.
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Post by Capone on Jun 8, 2008 7:25:55 GMT -5
 Capone stood in the entrance hall smiling inanely. The place looked great and he couldnt wait to get going. The music was drawing him in, seeping into his pores. He didn't want to dance, he wanted to drown himself in the music. Capone headed for the doors, the music dragging him along. |
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Post by Isis on Jun 8, 2008 15:03:54 GMT -5
The entrance room was full, making it difficult for Isis to see her date for tonight. Her costume had been his idea and she had gone along with it willingly. She had her motive for coming tonight, overcoming the small feeling of guilt she had whilst getting ready. Hadn't she been saying all this time she'd get some revenge one day? Well tonight was that revenge. |
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Post by Indiana Jones on Jun 8, 2008 15:48:06 GMT -5
Indiana had alot of work to be getting on with, you know, with saving the world and everything, but there was also always time to enjoy a good party. As Indiana walked into the entrance hall, he looked around, not recognizing anyone, and smiled. This was the way he loved it. He leaned up against the wall, and waited.  |
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Post by Ms Scarlett on Jun 8, 2008 16:34:00 GMT -5
Scarlett was tired of standing. There were enough people there doing nothing but standing so far. It was boring not doing anything. As she took a few steps to get a better survey of the guests, she noticed someone lean against the wall near where she was. She noticed him looking around, too.
"What's the matter? Can't seem to recognize anyone?" She joked lightly. Her voice had lost any trace of its former accent and carried one that would better fit in the the English crowd.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 9, 2008 0:32:06 GMT -5
 Mistress of Death entered the hall with her head held high. Tonight would be a night of fun, to forget herself and play the role she had created. She passed by a full length mirror and took a moment to look at her new image. Her hair was now jet black, hanging so it partially hid her unfamiliar face. Her make-up made her feel powerful; her face was very pale which make the emphasis on her heavily lined eyes and her dark burgundy lips so strong. When she'd first put on the black and violet corset she'd felt bare and exposed. Now, however, the combined look along with the arm-length gloves, long velvety skirt with a slit high up the side, and knee-high boots made her feel less like a hussy and more like the gothic mistress she wanted to pretend to be. Raising her sword (charmed to not have any sharp edges so she wouldn't get expelled) to rest against her shoulder, she broke character for a moment to give her reflection a quick smile before raising her eyebrows again and placing her powerful devil-may-care look upon her face. Turning, she wandered off to test her new persona out. |
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Post by Osiris on Jun 9, 2008 7:10:15 GMT -5
Isis may have had difficulty picking out her date, but he, having kept a hawkish eye on the entrance, had no such difficulty. Osiris felt a sense of keen satisfaction at how good she looked in the outfit. Working his way through the slowly-growing throng of people in the hall, he raised his cobra-headed staff in her direction to attract the young lady's attention. "Isis, my dear," he drawled, when he found himself right in front of her. "Shall we make our way to the dance floor, and show these barbarians how it's done?" Beneath his implacable golden mask, Osiris' face bore a wide smile. He placed a hand on Isis' shoulder, and gestured with the staff in the direction of the area where the main event was getting underway.  |
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Post by Isis on Jun 11, 2008 4:10:54 GMT -5
Wondering how she could have missed him in his extravagant costume, Isis grinned back at her date for the night. "For sure. Let's go and rock this party!" She replied, feeling Osiris's hand on her shoulder. The sooner they got to the main focal part of the party, the quicker she could seek out someone and drop hints to what was going on.
(Do you want to make a thread if you haven't already?)
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Post by Princess on Jun 12, 2008 19:03:29 GMT -5
The Princess glanced up at the masked figure beside her, strawberry-red lips curving in anticipation. The night had been a dream, and though the masquerade went on, for her, it was over. And still, the night was only just beginning. She spared one last thought for the Headmistress, then glanced around the still-busy entrance hall, hoping she could escape unnoticed.  |
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Post by Phantom on Jun 12, 2008 19:18:00 GMT -5
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