Masquerade Ball (main thread)

[Stella]

Masquerade Ball
Now this was suppose to be a Christmas party, but here at OLJ its spring, so we are just going to have to go along with a spring dance.

Its was 7pm, the party had just bean. There where only a few people at the party. Maybe 20. It was a warm night, a half moon shined in the yard. The bar was open (18+) and the food was all laid out. Most of it was finger food, though there was a small buffet area. The guards stood outside, not letting in anyone with out a ticket, plus you have to be dressed appropriately, masks and all.

LET THE PARTY BEGIN!

[Jisa]

Katya Deneires

Once upon a time, I used to romanticize, used to be somebody-
Never mind, don’t miss it that much now.

The night was slightly cooler than it had been during the day as the sun had disappeared, but it was still warm nonetheless. Katya’s fluorescent eyes scanned the ground in front of her as she strode toward city hall. Normally, she wouldn’t bother with such an event- the frivolity of it was utterly ridiculous. This fact was made stronger by the reasoning that she knew no one there, so it could turn out to be a social disaster. However, she wanted to get to know people and if it took a mask, dress and heels to do so, that is what Katya would do. She ran her fingers over the ebony lace shielding the ivory material of the mask. It was simple and contradicted itself in an elegant way, so Katya had fallen in love with it. Her footsteps rang out along the street with an audible rhythm of clicking. In her other hand she held a small letter, bound in a cream envelope. The entrance invite. Katya felt the light and warmth radiating from the city hall as she approached. The undertone of music invited her closer. For a moment her eyes closed and she remembered a different time, a simpler one.

A symphony orchestra played as ladies in ball gowns spun with their partners, completely at ease. They knew they were beautiful. In the center of the twirling ocean of couples danced two flawless, slightly pale skinned people. Their movements were fluid and graceful, but predatory and filled with cat like grace. Katya smiled up at Adrian, loving how in tune they were to each other, how in sync.

Katya shook away her thoughts with a frown. Now was not the time to imagine, if illusions slipped from her grip it would be obvious that there were… inhuman guests at the party. Suddenly she was at the entrance, in front of two bouncers. She slipped on her mask and pulled her shoulders back, keeping her chin tilted up. She handed them her invite with a small, white smile.

“Have a good night, miss.” They greeted politely.

“And you,” Katya smiled and entered the bright room.

She felt as if she were in her element, and despite herself Katya smiled breathlessly.

I think it’s sinking in, days that I wonder where I’ve been,
In picture perfect porcelain, but I won’t lose a pound.


Outfit: Here

[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ju.png] The girl got out of the car and fixed her mask on, swiftly and quickly. Looking around she walked slowly to the guards. Stella was not one the people who had to buy a last minute ticket, no she had been invited by a very old looking letter. The handwriting had been beautiful, but she had no idea who A.G. was. No matter, she would have a good time. ''Hello'', Stella greeted done of the men and handed him her invite. ''Have a good night'', he let her pass by and Stella could now hear music, it had a good beat, good enough to do some ball room dancing or the waltz. Stella had come alone, no human man would want her and for sure no immortal would. She had picked a long purple dress with a few glittered line. It fit her well. She also wore a black mask with big feathers. She had now seen she had worn the right clothe. Slowly she looked around, there where about as many humans are there was supernaturals. Stella shrugged and slowly walked towards the bar. Of course she would not drink, she never has and dosn't plan on it either. Plus she had no idea what alcohol did to her new body. Taking a stool Stella smiled to the bar tender. "What can i do for you miss?". She gave him her best 'sexy' look she could, ''Nothing, thank you. But can you tell me if you have seen some one named Gyl? He is about 6 feet and had bleach blond hair?''. The bar tender shook his head, he seamed kind of devastated actually. He thinks its my boyfriend, ha. Nodding at him Stella looked away and faced the party. May couples where dancing, they all looked beautiful and elegant. Where is Gyl.. he promised me!. OUTFIT=click

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[Jisa]

Katya Deneires

Once upon a time, I used to romanticize, used to be somebody-
Never mind, don’t miss it that much now.

Katya breathed in deeply, catching the scent of a few humans and various other species. The one thing that caught her attention was the masked smell of death sorely missing the accompaniment of old blood. Katya tilted her head slightly, confused. Her sharp eyes scoured the room, taking in the details of everyone there and cataloguing them for another time. Slowly striding through the room to seem as if she were wandering aimlessly, Katya caught who she was looking for. It would be hard to identify the girl as anything other than human without a vampire’s keen sense of smell. In fact, it was borderline impossible. Intriguing. The lack of a slight blood scent almost made Katya dismiss the girl from being a vampire- but something nagged at her from the back of her mind about it.

Oh well, better to talk to her and find out without seeming like a stalker… or some asylum escapee if this girl was, in fact, human and therefore oblivious to the world of the supernatural. So, confidently striding, feeling like the epitome of grace, Katya approached the bar. Flashing a smile to the bartender she snuck a side glance to the other girl.

“Red wine, please.”

Katya asked of the bartender, giving him another smile as he complied. Truthfully, alcohol was bitter and not always so satisfying, but Katya had a bad habit of eating or drinking to stifle the blood hunger. It was only wishful thinking that kept her going on this.

“Are you dateless too?”

Katya inquired, looking at the other elegantly dressed girl, seemingly only making polite conversation.

I think it’s sinking in, days that I wonder where I’ve been,
In picture perfect porcelain, but I won’t lose a pound.

[Eri]

Lela adjusted her silver mask as she glided up the steps to City Hall. Tonight the City Council was hosting a Masquerade Ball and she was attending, no reason not to. These sort of affairs were always fun. Just as she reached the guards who were taking tickets she glanced over at the humans were selling them. One blink and a prettily decorated ticket was in her hand. She gave the guards a winning smile as she handed the little bit of paper over. Dressed in a light blue cocktail dress, silver mask and diamond earrings Lela was indistinguishable from all the other partygoers. The heels she wore helped too by adding three inches to her miniscule height of five feet tall.

As Lela entered the City Hall she cast glances around to see who and what else had come. Not many people had arrived as of yet which suited Lela just fine. The little pixie enjoyed people watching, an activity best done when one could actually see all of the people in the room. A waltz came on as she stepped into the entrance hall and a small smile quirked the corner of her mouth up. Strange as it may be Lela loved to dance, all sorts of dances but especially ballroom dances. They made her feel so light and graceful.

As unobtrusively as she could Lela slipped over to the side of the room and installed herself as a pretty blue wallflower. Her green blue eyes surveyed her surroundings carefully. In the corner a beautiful girl in a purple dress was sitting at the bar chattin with another, equally stunning girl. Lela's sensitive nose didn't work to identify them at this range but that indescribable sense humans called their gut informed her quite loudly that those two women were not human.

Lela shifted uncomfortably as she tried to figure out what they were. Lela liked mysteries, but only if she was in on it. Not knowing something quite frankly bothered her and her curiosity was peaked by the presence of the two women.

Finally, her curiosity got the better of her and she peeled herself from the wall and went over to them. At the bartender's questioning look Lela shook her head; there was no reason for her to drink anything, not with the moon so bright. Trying to act nonchalant Lela sat herself down on one of the barstools near the end of the bar away from the two supernaturals and attempted to listen in to their converstaion.

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[Jisa]

Aaron wasn’t completely comfortable in his surroundings. This seemed like a recipe for disaster; humans and supernaturals mixing and dancing. It hadn’t been long since Aaron himself had been human, but it was all too obvious to him that he wasn’t now. Sometimes he wished that he hadn’t gotten bitten, but his life wasn’t so different that he didn’t know what to do anymore. So, forgoing his instincts, Aaron had headed to the masquerade.

The event had been going on for a while, apparently, as some people were leaving. However, a few people were just arriving, like him. The air was pleasantly warm around him, but not stifling.

Aaron stepped into the hall, breathing out a sigh of relief at the fact that he wasn’t the only supernatural here. The scent of old blood and ash alerted him to two vampires at the bar, and the slight crackle of magic in the air showed him that a slightly less threatening character sat quite near them. Vampires just made his skin crawl. The pixie was the obvious choice for him.

Straightening his jacket, Aaron strode toward the pixie at the bar and sat beside her, with a stool between them so she didn’t feel too threatened by his presence.

“Good evening,”

He greeted her, smiling slightly and denying a drink from the bartender.

[Eri]

Lela had finally figured out what the two women were. They both smelled of ash and grave soil. Down the bar from her were two vampires, of what kind Lela still wasn’t sure but she really didn’t care. She had figured it out and she was content with that, for now.

Once that little mystery was taken care of Lela had resumed her people watching, twirling her barstool around and leaning back against the bar. Some of the older humans were deciding to call it a night and were exiting while others, of the younger generations, were just now arriving. It seemed like the event was a success, judging by the flux of partygoers. Whatever committee that had organized this event for whatever charity were probably pretty pleased with themselves at this point. Still, it was a little boring.

Lela’s fingers itched with pent up magic as she considered her options. She didn’t really want to make the even a complete disaster, but a little fun wouldn’t hurt, would it? Just a little something, like the head of the committee’s dress ripping as she talked with someone of importance, or even the mayor splitting his pants as he bent over the food table. Lela’s blue-green eyes sparkled mischievously at that last thought. She eyed the mayor as he placed another marshmallow in the chocolate fountain. She was just raising her hand to flick in a casual manner that would send a small little ripping spell at the man when someone sat down one barstool away from her.

Lela cast a glance at the stranger. He was a handsome boy dressed in formal attire, tall, with green eyes, dark blonde hair and skin a healthy tan color. She couldn’t really see much more of him behind his mask so it was hard to tell how old he was. Lela inhaled slightly and caught the scent of wood spice, pine, heavy animal fur, and wilderness. Shifter, she thought instinctively, or werewolf.; one of the two.

When the stranger greeted her she returned his smile with one of her own, choosing to forgive his interruption of her prank; he didn’t know any better after all. “It is a good evening,” she replied. “A little boring, but good.”

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[Jisa]

Aaron caught the permanent mischievous glint in the pixie’s eyes and reminded himself that they like to make things… well interesting, as far as he’d heard. That thought was punctuated by the fact that she had looked about ready to throw a spell before he’d arrived. Aaron himself liked to have fun, but not at the expense of anyone else. He was a truly strange supernatural, unfamiliar with the ways in which things worked. He hoped that she was willing to forgo the fact that he had interrupted her chance at creating a little disaster in the hall. Aaron wasn’t sure he could deal with anymore supernatural surprises in his life. Thankfully, she let it slide and he allowed himself to smile back at her.

“Boring? How long have you been here?”

He asked, he hadn’t exactly been here long enough to discern whether this event would be worth the time or not. Perhaps if he got to know her better, he’d ask her to dance. This was a ball after all, and balls were for dancing and having fun, not for sitting around and being bored.

[Eri]

Lela let the spell still on her fingers go. The magic dissolved in the form of small, barely noticeable sparkles that were reabsorbed into her skin. For a moment the pads of her fingers shimmered slightly then dissipated back to their normal soft paleness. Still smiling, she twirled her chair back around to face the Shifter/Werewolf boy—she still couldn’t really tell which one he was.

“I’ve been here for a little bit,” she told him in answer to his question. “It’s not so bad as far as human parties go but I get bored easy.”

Lela fidgeted and jiggled her foot lightly against the footrest on her stool. The moon was high in the sky by now, large and round but not quite full. She could feel its power filling her even though she couldn’t see it. She drank in its energy, letting it revitalize her very soul. She hated New Moon nights, hated them with a passion. On New Moon nights Lela was at her weakest, but on nights like tonight, with the moon shining brightly in the sky, she felt strong and powerful. Magic filled her, coursing through her veins, giving her power and a sense of new life.

She was almost giddy by now, a little drunk on the moon’s glow. It made her friendly and hyper, more so than usual. It was the most amazing high and she loved it. Lela crossed her smooth white legs and held out one delicate hand. ”I’m Lela, by the way. What’s your name?”

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