Masquerade Ball: Event Thread

[Kyp]

Étoile - @Mysterious Masked Man

Étoile turned to the strange man who approached her, hands folded infront of her. He was certainly odd, but she barely noticed that he was lacking in feet, the grandeur of it all still overwhelming her.

"My apologies. This is all so new to me and I'm just... What is the human word? Fan... Girling..? I am a very big fan of these decorations. Yes, that's it. I apologize if I concerned you."

Étoile curtsied to the man, intending to let him go about his business, however she decided against it.

"Would you mind dancing with me? I seem to have been so busy fan-girling that I lost my companions"


Cat

Cat looked around nervously for an escape route, a door out of the ball so that she wouldn't have to explain why she was hiding in corners and being jumpy. It took her a moment to realise that the gentleman she had attempted conversing with was holding his hand out to her. It took another moment of staring at his hand to reach out and grasp it firmly, conveying her discomfort and fear.

"I... Well, um.."

Failing to communicate that she had no idea how to dance aside from the not-stepping-on-anyone's-toes part, Cat forced herself to relax a little and let the clearly not-distressed man lead the way.​

 

[Anonymous]

Young Lady Wearing A Lace Veil And Swan Feathers In Her Hair​

She stepped into the ballroom tentatively, a veil of delicate, almost otherworldly blue-black lace curtaining off her identity from the others present. The swan feathers poked through like bobby pins, keeping the long cloth in place. At the nape of her neck, the veil curled up to pocket her tightly coiled hair but all down her front, the cascading pattern of fine flowers tumbling down to her waist. Her dress was even simpler, a conservative, almost shapeless piece of clothing that was only a shade or two darker than her veil.

Unhurriedly, she wandered around the outer fringes of the crowd, observing the foreign decorations. Every flower on display was a parody of a living garden - sad and dead, with heads bowed. She would have liked to try fixing them, she thought, but the itch in her fingers was only the familiar feeling of magic trying to tug itself away from her.

Sometimes she wondered why she even tried.

 

[Kada]

Emerald High Collared Dress & Silver Full Face Mask​

Matilda had spent hours making herself pretty for the Masquerade. Her hair fell in silver white ringlets around her head, hiding the black strap that tied her mask in place. On her arms she wore full length black lace gloves. Very little of her blue-gray skin actually showed in her emerald dress, only her shoulders being fully exposed. Even her neck, which was mostly visible, was broken up by a crimson leather collar with a silver clasp holding it in place. To most it would look like a mere choker necklace, but it could only be unlocked by a single individual.

That individual was who Matilda was at the Masquerade for. Mister Baltimore had simply sent her a letter, informing her that she was to attend. He wanted her to be more sociable outside of work, to make acquaintances. And wearing a mask afforded her a rare anonymity that allowed her to be more open.
She hadn't gone to incredible lengths to hide her identity. She doubted too many people outside of her clients or coworkers knew who she was anyway.

Matilda made no grand entrance or display when she showed up. She simply went and grabbed herself a drink and sipped on it while figuring out who and how to engage. Part of her hoped that Mister Baltimore would be attending, but knew that even if he was he wouldn't want her to cling to him the entire night.

 

[Saber]

http://imgur.com/2t6MBjP

Wearing A Simple White Mask

He entered the ballroom his gentleman's cane tapping slightly as he walked, he tapped it once and it vanished. He smiled brightly, a masquerade ball sounded very enjoyable.

He moved through the crowd gracefully, his smile calm, he was a very recent arrival, so he had decided the ball would be a go introduction to his new home.

His eyes went to a young lady, who appeared to be keeping to the outskirts of the event. He approached, "good evening," he bowed, "I am Zefran at your service," he smiled kindly, "I arrived meer hours ago. I was wondering if you would honor me with a dance."

@Young Lady Wearing A Lace Veil And Swan Feathers In Her Hair

 

[Hugh Capet]

Grabbing hold of the maiden's soft, small hand, the gentleman gently led her away from the claustrophobic crowds. A small part of him desired a dance, as it had been a very long time since he'd had a chance to "strut his stuff" as more modern lingo says. He gracefully glided by, only now his arm was locked with hers, almost as though he were escorting her across the room. Soon, the duo came upon an empty, vacant corner of the ballroom bereft of any chatter or noise.

It felt almost refreshing to be out and away from the confusing and hostile tumult. Inwardly, the sophisticate sighed in relief and sat both himself and the pink-haired attendee in nearby chairs. He turned to the flustered woman, asking, "Is there anything you might require, madame? Refreshment, perhaps? I understand you must be quite disquieted, given recent events."

 

[Anonymous]

Grabbing hold of the maiden's soft, small hand, the gentleman gently led her away from the claustrophobic crowds. A small part of him desired a dance, as it had been a very long time since he'd had a chance to "strut his stuff" as more modern lingo says. He gracefully glided by, only now his arm was locked with hers, almost as though he were escorting her across the room. Soon, the duo came upon an empty, vacant corner of the ballroom bereft of any chatter or noise.

It felt almost refreshing to be out and away from the confusing and hostile tumult. Inwardly, the sophisticate sighed in relief and sat both himself and the pink-haired attendee in nearby chairs. He turned to the flustered woman, asking, "Is there anything you might require, madame? Refreshment, perhaps? I understand you must be quite disquieted, given recent events."

 

[Anonymous]

Dragon mask & Black tux

http://imgur.com/MZ6RMVv

"And you may call me Adam," he bowed a bit to her curtsie, "and thank you my evening just got a whole lot betted."

He gently took her hand and led her to the dance floor, "I'll warn you, though I can dance, I'm not the best," he chuckled, " you'll likely put me to shame."

As the began to dance he smiled, "it's been a long time sense I've beento any kind of party, while this ball may not be the most exciting thing, I'm still enjoying it."

@Simple black dress & Horned mask

 

[Anonymous]

Mask
Suit

He was fully decked out for the event having been secretly preparing for it. He didnt want to go through the drama of his family trying to dress him so he chose some basic stuff and a cool mask he found online. Honestly he didn't know why he came. The food was okay and the drinks seemed good but he literally didst know anyone here. Part of him regretted not inviting Caterina as it would have been a good move.

He walked over to the food table grabbing a bottle of water to sip on as he waited to see if he could spot anyone he knew. The pace was filled with an abundance of colors and movement that picking out one person was a hard task in of itself. With a few small sips of water he watched searching for hot prey.

 

[Anonymous]

Simple black dress & Horned mask
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Gwyn laughed, setting her cup aside and looking her hand around his arm to be led to the dance floor. "Oh, no worries dear, there won't be any fancy moves from my part. I would hate to distract the rest of the ball with our sheer intimidating dance moves. We best just stick to the basic dancing, hm?"

Once on the dance floor, Gwyn set her hands on his shoulders and swayed to the music with him, allowing him to lead the dance. She grinned. "I take it your real name isn't Adam?"

@Adam​

 

[Anonymous]

Orange gown, black laced mask

The girl had joined the party early, as she was eager to meet her fellow classmates and community members before she started classes. She wore an elegant, floor-length gown, coloured varying shades of orange. The slit cut through one side of the dress allowed her to show off her slim but toned figure and her ornate black boots. Not bothering to conceal her identity, (nobody knew her anyway,) she opted for a black laced mask which just covered the space around her eyes. Her thick brown hair was curled into ringlets which descended to her lower back. The way she held herself and glided around the room made her seem older than she truly was, if only others knew who she was in the first place.

She had certainly attracted multiple partygoers, as she had danced continuously with many guys, girls and creatures, even if some were considerably older than her. With no breaks, she was growing tired, but time and time again someone else would lead her out onto the dance floor. Though how could she refuse? She was getting attention, and this was a good sign if she was to be popular at her new school.

However, she felt there was something missing. It may have been the concealed identities, or the inability to actually get to know anyone at the party, but she presumed that it was because she hadn't found someone she really took a liking to yet...