A Night to R e m e m b e r

[xoCharm]

Couples;;
Balam x Tame,
Lucius x Brooke,
Jeremy x Jess,
Kris x Alex,
Sabrina x Malachi,
Riley x Deliah

Posting order will be issued once everyone has successfully posted. To keep things together, if your partner posts before you do, your post is auto after theirs, so you will not have to post until the thread has officially started.

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[xoCharm]

Have at it;;

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Malachi Eleison Logos was a sucker for a good ball. It was one of a handful of times when he could relax and enjoy himself, not worrying about who was about to kill who and what, exactly, he needed to do about it. And it was a masquerade, as well! He didn't have to worry about keeping an eye on certain characters, because, well, he didn't really know who was who.

It was an excellent and very Venetian idea, and the angel, still new in town, was happy to realize all the guests were getting paired up with one another. This way, he didn't have to feel odd about not having a date within his first week in town. That, of course, was always a boon-- he was very curious to see just who this person was. No one with an overwhelming dislike of angels, he hoped.

There were, of course, many supernaturals in the world (and in the city, he'd already discovered) that would sooner shoot an angel on site and ask questions later. Or...well, not ask questions at all. Mildly understandable, he supposed, for black angels, who often harbored some dislike for his rather exclusionary species. They'd cast themselves out, of course, but many didn't really see it that way. Malachi wasn't really sure how he saw it, either. It was a complicated issue, and he wasn't the one that made the judgements anyway. Well, not in a long, long time. The Angel of Mercy had never really been cut out for the job of damning the fallen anyway, but while he was in heaven, it had still been his job as an archangel. A memory gripped him for a moment as he sauntered toward the entrance to the ball, but he blinked it away after a moment and put on his mask.

Malachi was the sort of man who was made to wear fine suits and formalwear. Perhaps it was his comfort-level in such restrictive and starched clothing that gave him a regal look, or perhaps his natural poise, shoulders back, chin level. Or it might've just been the fact that Malachi was an angel, and all the glory of angelic beauty was only emphasized by fine, classic, expensive clothing. He wore a morning suit to the ball-- it would've been a very strange choice centuries ago, but times changed, and the old Victorian ensemble for taking a refreshing morning stroll on the grounds of one's country house was now highly suitable for a white-tie event. The ensemble consisted of a black tailcoat, with peaked lapels and a single breasted front. A dove-grey waistcoat was worn beneath it, and beneath the waistcoat a formal white shirt. His tie was more of a cravat, tied like a man who'd lived through the Regency-era would've done and a deep, rich green. His tie-pin was a predictable opal, which matched the vague glitter of his white wings in the lamplight. Chi wondered idly if his date would even be able to see them. Meeting a human in this town would've been nice.

In any case, to complete his attire were a pair of thinly striped grey trousers and the expensive leather Armani shoes that he wore everywhere with everything. The white angel was practical like that. He didn't own too many 'things' the suit he'd owned for ages, and was practically a relic; he'd had it taken out of his Swiss bank's safe-deposit box a week ago, and carefully drycleaned. Beyond that, two pairs of shoes and a few nice changes of clothing were all he really carried. The white angel stayed in a church attic somewhere in town by the good graces of a sympathetic priest; he had a bank account with enough money to survive on, and a few trinkets in a safe deposit box, but that was it. His was a simple life, generally devoid of earthly delights. Malachi would feel odd living any other way.

Still, he looked like a millionaire as he strode into the ballroom, unrecognizable but for his wings. He gave his name to the man in the lobby when asked, and looked about for the woman he was to be paired with, a bemused little smile on the visible bottom half of his face. It would be a most interesting night...

[amara]

Deliah

She was set up with this guy, she didn't know what he looked like she was a little shooken. Her dress was an ancient dress that she had bought long ago her hair ws pulled to the side like a tango dancer. Her mask matched the color of the dress and was broken it was made to look like that. She smiled lightly as she entered the manor and looked around. There was a lot of people here already she was glad that she wasn't early perhaps she had been late she didn't know. She sighed and walked to the pool and looked around a bit and waited to see if anyone she knew was here.

[lucius]

The press surrounding the Vampire Castle was not nearly as strong as the group around Guille Manor, all eager to catch glimpses and take pictures of the beautiful people in their beautiful clothes as they entered the beautiful buildings. The Vampire Castle was in the seedier portion of town, and people were just generally more afraid of the building. Yet, a small group of reporters was present there nonetheless, snapping photos of people as they entered and feeding to the public the guessing game of who was who beneath the masks that they all wore.

It was suitable for Lucius Erif, the essential owner of the media, to for once be able to to slip by them without having to give a quote on something. His limousine--unmarked so as to not reveal the identity of he and his date to the public--pulled up to the Vampire Castle, and out stepped Lucius. He wore the classic costume of the Red Death, with its matching skull masque, that he had worn occasionally over the centuries. He found it most fitting for his antiquated, aristocratic tastes, and he was always in formal suites anyways, and had a desire to wear something different this night.

The fantastically wealthy business magnate was accustomed to wearing all sorts of suits every day, all of them custom-made to fit himself. It was usually more of an oddity to see him not wearing a jacket and tie than it was to see him in a tuxedo of some sort. For the masquerade, though, he wanted a full costume. The red and gold-lined suit he wore was extravagantly beautiful, together with the skull mask a representation of the fall of Prince Prospero to the Red Death. Flowing over his back was a red cloak, with the phrase "Each man makes a God for himself-- his own heaven, his own hell", in Latin. Atop his head was a hat with a large red feather sticking out of it, and at his side was one of his best fencing blades. It was ironic, for Lucius, like many of the other creatures in attendance, had that which Prospero did not-- immortality. Walking proof that the Red Death did not wield dominion over everyone. Some people defied it.

Upon his arm as he walked towards the Vampire Castle was the ever-beautiful and almost ever-present Brooke Wyld, his companion slave. Lucius had opted to take her than to fall for one of the blind set-ups that their gracious host had embarked on doing for a good number of the guests. His blue eyes, almost lost beneath the blackness surrounding them, glanced around the beautiful building at they entered. It was a haven for vampires; a safe place for them to assemble and, if a great war ever broke out, unite. Tonight, though, it was the sight of frivolity and amicable relations between the races, something that Lucius quite preferred to the normal infighting between the lot.

With his face completely sealed save for his mouth, in his extravagant costume to insult and honor death simultaneously, he glanced about the room at the other mysterious faces and costumes. This was going to be fun.

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Outfit

A castle, he had not been in one of these since his days in Ireland as a boy. The memories flooded back to the Priest as he fit his white Masquerade covering over his facial features shielding his identity from view. No one here would know him, not even if they heard his voice or accent. Having just moved into town, there was something freeing about being a mystery to everyone else. Looking around for a moment, he would only have a small description of the dress she wore to find her with. Dark eyes scanned over the crowd as Riley felt oddly on edge tonight, perhaps things would get alot more interesting then he thought. Stepping now into the crowd, he would examine women as he passed, looking for who he was paired with.

It took several minutes, almost fifteen, to find the one in the dress that had been described to him however. Coughing softly, he'd smooth his clothing over, the get up his mates chose for him was ridiculous! He felt like a faerie in this outfit, he'd pay them back for this one later when he was at the Tavern. Shaking his head he'd approach, clearing his throat to make himself known as he tried his best to smile, getting more of an odd half smirk. "Evening. From the pattern of yer gown, I'll be assumin' you're the lass they paired me up." he spoke, somewhat plainly, in his Irish accent as he bowed gently. He'd taken a few classes as a boy on reniassance courtesies, he assumed that they'd be put to good uses here. "I'd tell ya that you looked good, but I can o'ny see yer dress." he added with a chuckle to break the awkward air.

"Shall we then?" he'd ask extending an arm. If she was willing, he'd lead her to the dance floor.

[akemi]

Jeremy didn't really dress up for such things, though he still wore a vest and some skinny jeans and made himself presentable. Hell, when was he not presentable? His mask was gold in color with designs on it. It aws actually a bit girly though it fit him quite well. He had an illusion on his eyes. They were blue with black that went down from the pupils and spred over the bottom of the iris. It was the same on the top as well and seemed a bit strange. The gauges in his ear had holes in the middle so you could see clear through. He also had blue and green dangling earrings in his ears as well. His hair had a red and white stripe down the center. The rest was black. He had a habit of continually changing his hair color depending on the situation. He was wearing a tie as well with the shirt unbuttoned a bit underneath it, which really wasn't like him but he looked very nice in his outfit nonetheless.

Tonight, his date was Jess. The two of them would have an amazing time here at the masquerade. He was actually quite excited for it. So, he entered the building, throwing his arms in the air and presenting himself. He wanted all eyes to be on him for the moment. It was just an addiction he had. Addiction to attention. Yup, he was an attention whore. But tonight was all about having a good time with his lover, Jess. Soon, very soon. Jess should be here and they could have a bit of fun and show up everyone here. Who better to bring to a dance than Jeremy and Jess? A party was something the boys enjoyed. He made his way off the side while he waited. No need to have fun without his boy. Shouldn't have to wait long anyway.

[feathers4]

There wasn't really any part of this entire night that Balam Xbalanque didn't already find delightful. He'd had to really wander around to find this castle; he'd thought the ball was going to be in some Manor or other downtown, but the address on his invitation had pointed him here, and so here he was, happy to have discovered a new part of this labyrinthine city. And, of course, dressed in all the splendor that a pirate could muster. As he dropped out of his airborne raven form onto a sidewalk outside the place, surprisingly nice black shoes were the first and only thing to hit the pavement. Balam was dressed mostly in black that evening, from his shoes to his suit-pants to the kalasiris that wrapped wide around his waist, more sash- than belt-like. The ancient Egyptian style garment had a hanging piece of fabric-- cotton, of course, that fell in the front and was magnificently and craftily adorned with beading and embroidery in the turquoise and red and gold that would match the collar around his neck.

With a black shirt beneath and black jacket over it, this particular collar was not of the type to ever be confused with the sort a slave might wear. On the contrary, it looked like the sort of thing one would find on royalty, of the wide, again Egyptian variety. It had nine regal rows of inlaid beads, turquoise and carnelian and obsidian glittering next to buffed gold. The piece of art lay easily on Balam's chest and shoulders, and despite how heavy the thing was, the shifter seemed to wear it with no hassle at all. But who on earth would know it was Balam, anyway? Not that he was at all known in town, but his face was nearly covered with a simple but curious black Anubis mask. The long, pointed nose of the jackal-headed god extended over Balam's own rather large and crooked nose, and his eyes, of course, were all but covered as well. All there was to be seen of Balam was the lower bit of his face and his lips, which were as a general rule curled into some rakish version of a half-smile. The unmarked, dull black of his mask gave way to pointed ears that were the identifying mark of Anubis, and which extended a few inches above his head. His coal-black hair was combed back in the front but left feathery and soft in the back, to make sure he didn't look like a total dweeb despite the numerous gold rings that flashed from his fingers, dripping in hieroglyphics and strange jewels. He left the egyptian tattoos that were irrevocably dyed into his palms undisguised, one a striding Anubis and the other an eye of Horus.

Neither overdressed nor over-costumed, Balam entered this new place with considerable curiosity. What would he find here? And where was his date? He knew her name would be Tameshlee-- he'd figured it was a pretty exotic enough name to be an interesting dance partner, which sounded nice. The ancient shifter had a loose idea of her outfit, and went searching for her once safely inside the ball. Oh-- an eyebrow perked beneath his mask-- was that her? He approached silently (well, who could've heard him over the babble of chatter and the boom of music?) and tapped her on the shoulder gently, hoping not to scare this mystery date of his. "Hello? I'm sure you must be Tameshlee. I'm Balam." After an introduction or two, he'd sweep a small bow. Nothing like starting the night off polite and working his way closer and closer to scandalous behavior as it wore on...

[amara]

She turned her head only slightly. Her mask wasn't exactly on her face right away. She liked people who she danced with to Atleast know who she was, actually she couldn't really make out the guy. She smiled gently to him as she turned her whole body around. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. 'I believe so sir' she said and gently bowed back to him placing her mask on when she got lower and rose with it adjusted perfectly on her face.

Smiles to him as she watches bring out his arm and ask is they shall hit the dance floor. 'We shall' she smiled her fangs showed when she smiled, placing her arm with his. She smiled, she was slightly shorter then him then again she was shorter then everyone. She placed her other hand on her stomach slightly. Then walked with him to the dance floor.

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"Alrigh' then."

Leading the woman to the dance floor, his eyes wandered the curves of her dress for a moment. She was a nice looking lass indeed, however he was more of a gentleman then that, so with a quite bout with his willpower he'd avert his eyes quickly. The people on the floor seemed to be having a good time, their visage' all covered by the masks they wore creating new and hauntingly mysterious persona's that kept Riley's senses on high alert. He hated not being able to see someones complete face, not being able to see their true colors and motives so that he could better judge them before he let his guard down. "I suppose askin' your name is against the rules of the party." he chuckled lightly to break the silence once more.

Once on the dance floor he would take the womans hand and bow low for a moment. "If I may have this dance?" he asked with a grin which would go unseen. He had not danced in almost six years, this promised to be fun in many ways. Worst come to worst he'd fall flat on his face and make a damned fool of himself in front of the entire ball which wouldn't be all that bad since he wore a mask. The thought caused him to chuckle knowing that he could do or say anything and he'd remain unknown for now. He couldn't shake the feeling however of being on guard, that somethings here were not as they appeared or should be. "What do ye do for a living?" he asked making polite conversation.