Realistic or Modern Masked New Year's Eve Ball {Closed}

[DemonicFairytale]

Every year the high society holds a 'little' party to celebrate the closure of one year and the beginning of another surrounded by their own kind. The year 2014 is no different. A few invitations are being send, some people show up without one of them and sometimes people nobody knows off show up making the high and famous wonder if those people even belong in their world filled with champagne and diamonds.

 

[DemonicFairytale]

Sissi Navido





A sigh passed her sweet, soft pink lips as her deep green eyes looked outside of the window of the Rolls Royce. It wouldn’t be long until she would arrive at the mansion that would be their golden cage for the rest of their evening and night, buzzing with people from the high society whom all attended the party for various reasons.


“Are you prepared for your entrée, Miss Navido?” The soft, comfortable voice of the chauffeur which also happened to be her personal butler for a lifetime already made her blink her long black lashes for a moment before looking forward and spotting the cage she had earlier been thinking about.


“I wonder if I will ever be ready for another forced encounter with wealthy pigs, George” she answered him softly, spotting the old man smiling softly in his rearview mirror while both of them knew she would have never gave such an honest answer if it wasn’t just for the two of them. Carefully her hands secured her mask for the evening on her face, a half open design which was completely made out of fine black wire forming an elegant feature around her deep green eyes. As soon as the car stopped George stepped out of it, opening her door not much later while reaching out his hand to secure her out of the car. Elegantly she stepped into the light, nodding her head at the man once before her jet-black high heels took her into the mansion while waving with her invitation towards the guards.


Her long blonde hair danced behind her back, falling down into nonchalant waves as she wore a tight fitting white gown with a black pattern on it made out of little leaves and twigs, a sweetheart neckline with on her chest a delicate silver necklace resting. While the smile on her face indicated she was glad to be here and her feet took her after the butler that showed her the way to the ballroom, the little voice inside her mind cursed her mother for sending her here. These kind of parties were nice and all but they never showed the grace and delicacy that real parties carried with them, leaving this to be an almost commoner like party for the likes of them. Of course there was the music that was supposed to be there, and the drinks and food like you would expect it to be in these networks. But besides that, this evening would be one of drinking as much as you could, flirting as much as you liked and doing things the media may never knew about. They would almost look like commoners celebrating New Year’s Eve, almost.

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Aertherion Domesia


His eyes flashed to the rearview mirror, scanning the body in the back of the car whom seemed all too busy with the all too expensive phone he was holding into his hands to notice the man whom was supposed to keep an eye on him was already doing what was told without him even noticing it. Aertherion was used to it. He would make sure his hawk eyes would never lose sight of the young man and the kid would act like he had no idea his older bodyguard was even around. That’s how it went for years now, providing him with a roof to sleep under and food to keep him alive while being the eyes and ears of his bosses if they were not able to be around. It was not as if they were concerned over nothing, their son was the only heir in their name and if anyone was doing everything the Lord above had forbidden, it was their son. His hazel eyes flashed back on the road again, bringing the car to a halt without the youngster even noticing it.


“Young master, we have arrived” His voice was loud and clear, yet it had a soft ring to it which made it clear he was not angry or held any other negative emotion. It was just who he was. With a rather arrogant look the young man in the back looked up, nodding his head before getting himself out of the car before the older male even got the chance to get out of the car himself to open the door for him. Shaking his head softly Aertherion drove off to the spot where the cars needed to be parked, made sure the Jaguar was all safe and locked before putting on a simple deep black mask with a baroque pattern on it while his feet already took him to the entrance of the mansion.


His tuxedo was everything you expected it to be but nothing more than that. A deep black with a virgin white blouse underneath it, a ribbon putting a leash on his neck and shining black shoes to finish it off. With a quick movement he gave of the invitation to the guard, looking the man straight in the eye before following his way in, not noticing the guard was blinking his eyes a bit in shock as he put away the half fumbled invitation. His hazel eyes observed every little detail of the hallway and the ballroom as he had followed the man in, knowing the young man he was supposed to look after would be somewhere around the place where he could find alcohol before he would make his way to the first willing maiden fair at the ball. Quickly Aertherion tied his hair together with a ribbon he magically pulled out of his pocket which made the car key sing for a moment. This would be a long evening, or maybe even night. But he had to do what was asked for him and so he would, since this life was all he had, even if it was not his to life.

 

[shygirl3]

Luke McAllister





Luke was riding with his family in the limo. He could hear the background noise of his sister talking with his parents, but he wasn't listening to what she was saying. His mind was elsewhere, and elsewhere is the gutter. Luke was thinking about how many women he could possibly make out with before finally deciding to take one home for the night. Sure, at his age his parents really expected him to be settling down, but Luke was ready for the whole ball and chain that symbolizes marriage. He wanted someone special, but there were so many beautiful ladies that hadn't had a slice of him yet that he couldn't possibly tie himself down. Luke was thinking he was going to go for some blonde ladies tonight, after all blondes have more fun.


Luke snapped out of his fantasies when he saw the mansion outside the window. Hmm it'll do, he thought to himself. He took his mask from his lap and tied it around his face. It was a black mask that covered half his face, similar to the Phantom of the Opera's mask. He stepped out of the limo in a black tuxedo. Luke also wore a black shirt and a red tie. He followed his parents, with his sister as his side up to the door to hand their invitation to the guards. They were shown into the ballroom and Luke began his hunt for various women he could entertain himself with. His strategy was to take to the dance floor, lucky for him his mother and made him and his sister take dance lessons. He spotted a blonde with curves in all the right places. His eyes lingered on her for a little longer than he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and found his sister, the blonde'll have to wait to be graced with his presence. He'd have to keep an eyes on his sister tonight, there's no doubt someone would want to try and talk to her and that's his job to prevent it. His hunt for the blonde will have to be done in a close proximity to his sister.

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Emily McAllister





Emily was sitting in between her parents in the limo. She loved parties, dressing up, and dancing. In fact, she loved anything really. She was so excited for this New Year's Eve party, especially since she's of age now and can legally drink the alcohol that her parents and brother has been supplying her, within reason of course. Emily eagerly chatted with her parents about the party and how she couldn't wait to see the Mansion it was happening in. Sure Emily was excited to see if there were any cute guys at the party, but she was more concerned with whether the music will be good dancing music. She loved to dance and her parents usually have to drag her off the dance floor at parties to leave. Emily looked out the window and spotted the mansion slipped on a purple and black laced mask that covered most of her face, just leaving anything below her cheekbones exposed.


She stepped out of the limo in her purple laced gown and black evening gloves that went up just above her elbow. She practically ran up to the mansion out of excitement. Her mother grabbed her arm and reminded her to act like a lady. Emily nodded and calmed down handed her invitation to the guard. She walked into the ballroom and looked around in awe. Her parents had already began talking with people they know from work. Emily wondered how they could possibly recognize everyone with masks on. She shrugged and went back to admiring the beauty of the ballroom. She tapped her brother's shoulder and asked him if he wanted to go grab a drink with her, but he was clearly distracted because she had to repeat herself.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dominic Anderson


His thumbs moved over the screen of his Iphone, a device that was never turned off. There lay a soft frown on the young males face, before it smoothened out. That deal they offered back was so weak, they were pinned with their backs against the wall. Quickly he replied with a lower price, making that his final offer for the night. They would take it anyway and than the Lukar Woods would be Anderson property too. He moved the Iphone into the pocket of his marine blue suit from Armani or Boss or some other insanely expensive fashion brand. He didn't care, nor did he keep up with it. Most of the suits he wore to represent were marine blue, since the Anderson colours were marine blue and gold. The sleek silver Aston Martin pulled up the drive way and a bit bored he looked at the masion the New Year's Eve Ball was held.


"We have arrived, Sir" The driver said as he came to a stop next to the entrance to the mansion. Those words wer the mans que to get dressed up completely. The golden thread that was used in his suit wasn't the only gold he was gonna wear this time. His slender fingers curled around the fine golden mask. It would only cover the upperpart of his face and the details almost seemed like a crown, something his mother had been really fond of. A crown for her prince charming. He tied the black ribbon together in the back of his neck, letting the slightly longer blonde hair fall over it and cover it up. As his door was opened, he elegantly moved out of the vehicle, now taking in the mansion with a bit more care.


"Thank you, Trevor" He said with a low voice. It wasn't usual for people of his status to grow familiar with those who served them. His father had made sure of that from an early age on. However the young male thought it was wrong not to thank them every now and then for their hard work. He straigtened his back as he walked up the few steps. He held the invitation between his index and middle finger as he handed it over and the door was opened for him. Just that moment he heard his phone call for his attention again, yet he ignored the brief sound of it. He took a glass of champagne that was carried to him by one of the servants as his feet took him to the ball room. He granted himself the permission to check his phone this once and an almost smug smile came to his face. They had taken the offer, Lukar was theirs. He didn't reply or send a message to his father, this could wait till new year. Nothing better than starting off a new year with news like this, at least to his father this was the best news one could have. He moved his thumb over the Iphone to silence it, yet not turn it off and let it slip into his pockets again. Holding his champagne up high with one hand he moved further, recognizing a few of the families that had arrived, yet he could only care for one specific name.

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Kayleigh Reeds


It had been ages she she had worn anything similar to what she was wearing now. The soft flowing fabric madse it feel as if she was wearing nothing at all, compared to the loose and thich fabrics that were usual on her body. She wasn't made for stuff like this, acting all high and mighty. Yet, for him she would do anything. She owned it to him as she was his loyal left hand after all. She had worked her way up that far and it was the highest possible position in their family anyway. This had already proven itself to be a difficult task with finding the right dress and mask, getting her hair done, but she had succeeded and she was not gonna back down now.


"Letting Sugar have all the fun here" She spoke to herself as she shook her head. That girl knew how to play her parts, but for once Kayleigh wanted to be in the spotlights. She wanted to be the one enjoying the party instead of waiting in building H till she could be of any help. She knew she could not lose her focus, but there was so much to look at. Her hazel eyes went over the many cars that had already parked, she could see the expensive Mercedes, Jaguars and was just passed by a Rolls Royce. Never before had she felt so out of place, yet she held her chin up high like she knew all the ladies would do here. Her darkbrown hair danced in the freedom of the simple, yet elegant, waterfall braid she was wearing as she moved up the stairs. The turquoise dress flowed and danced just the same as she made her way towards the entrance and handed over the invitation. She had no idea where the guys had gotten that little paper from and she had not asked them much about it. She had been too excited to go to the party to ask too many question. From behind her innocent mask she looked at the guards, while her thoughts were not that innocent at all. They were calculating the chances she stood against people like this if things went horribly wrong. Of course she had not come alone, her trustworthy blade was strapped to her thight and she even had a minidagger strapped to the inside of her shoulder wrap. The world she came from, you never walked around without a weapon somewhere on your body.


"Have a nice evening, miss " One of the males spoke and opened the door for her. Poor whoevers invitation it was to miss out on such a party as this,. Though it was quite foreign for her to move around on heels, she had deemed to be a talent on them, thanks to her great balance abilities and of course the last minutes lessons from Sugar. A soft smile made her face look even sweeter as her eyes searched for her target, only to find out she had not arrived yet. A servant offered her a tray with fancy looking champagne glasses and made her almost feel like a fairytale princess as she took one. Just one would not be a problem right?

 

[NessieAlways]

Anya Vasilisa Vladmir


The sound of Bullet For My Valentine's Just Another Star blasted through the streets as a black van sped through passing every stop sign and running almost every red light. The driver, Gideon banged his head to the clashing of the drums. The passenger, Jack drank from the bottle of vodka as his girlfriend Delilah sat on top of him kissing his neck viciously. In the back of the van, Leonard who was sitting next to Anya kept trying to lift up her dress while making moaning sounds. Anya kept slapping his hand away and threatening him to chop his junk off if he didn't stop which only made Leonard moan louder.


The van was heading towards the address that was on Anya's invitation. This had been the first time Anya had ever been invited somewhere to preform. Sure she had a beautiful voice, but it had never made it outside of Gideon's garage. The five of them, Gideon, Jack, Delilah, Leonard and Anya formed a band back in high school. They practiced in Gideon's garage since he couldn't move his drum set around. Plus the fact that back then Delilah wasn't allowed to have boys over, Jack lived in a trailer home, Leonard didn't have a garage, and Anya's parents would have freaked out left them with Gideon's garage as the only choice.


Anya had been up all night by the thought of her finally singing in front of an audience. When she wasn't slapping Leonard's hand away from her red polka-dotted dress she was popping her knuckles from the nerves. "We're here..." Gideon said trying to imitate the little girl from poltergeist. Anya crawled towards the middle of the passenger seat and driver's seat and looked up at the elegant mansion her face in awe. "I've never seen anything more--get you paws off of me you nasty prick!" Anya turned around to find Leonard air humping her. Anya slapped him across the face and punched him where it hurt the most. "I can't take you anywhere can I?" She turned back to the front to find Gideon bursting with laughter. "Shut the hell up Gideon!" Gideon laughed for a couple of more seconds. "Okay...Okay fine. At what time do I come back to pick you up?" Anya grabbed her phone and stuffed it in her little red bag. "I'll call you..." Anya opened the back door of the van and hoped out.


Anya reached once more into the van for her invitation and mask. "Well...here goes nothing." Anya walked towards the mansion. Seeing the angelic silk gowns and the dazzling diamond jewelry that every girl seemed to be wearing made Anya feel very under dressed. Sure the invitation said formal and she had chosen out the best dress she had in her closet, but she didn't even think Delilah's best dress would be fit for this type of event. Anya turned back around regretting her decision of coming, but the van was already half way down the street. "Crap." Then Anya did what she did best. She gathered up her confidence and strutted towards the front door. No hesitations.


Her long black curls bounced slightly as Anya walked confidently to the front door clicking her red pumps on the floor. The hem of her red polka-dot dress brushed her mid thigh and the black rose on her hair complemented the black rose jewelry she was wearing. She felt the judging eyes of the party goers as she made her way up the stairs, but Anya only responded with a wicked and confident smile. Anya was in no way cocky. She didn't think herself better than anyone, yet if someone was going to openly show that she wasn't good enough to be there, she would gladly show them otherwise. Anya arrived at the main entrance and was stopped by a butler. He started at her outfit disapprovingly. "This is a invitation only event." Anya rolled her eyes hating to be judged by her appearance. So she couldn't afford a fancy dress like all the rich people here, big whoop. "Chill dude. I've gots my invite right here." Anya handed the butler the invitation and he stared at it baffled. Anya looked up at the man with an eyebrow raise. "So are you gonna let me in or do I have to call someone?" The butler cleared his throat. "Oh yes I'm sorry Ms. uh...." "Ms. Vladmir." "Ah yes. Ms. Vladmir right this way." "Thank you." Anya put on her mask and followed the butler into the ballroom.


People stared as the girl with the Day of the Dead mask and a dress to short for the event made her way into the ballroom. Anya, again, felt the eyes of the people in the room and chose to let it build up her confidence instead of tearing it down. The way Anya thought about it, she was important enough to grabbed their attention even if it was for a bad reason. Hell better than being ignored. Anya was greeted by a man holding a tray with glasses of champagne. Anya's eyes widened. "Finally! Someone who speaks my language. Thanks bro." Anya grabbed a glass and downed it before the guy left. She handed him the glass and grabbed another doing the same to the second glass. "Woo! That's what I'm talking about!" Anya gave the man the second glass and thanked him. The man left before she could grab another glass. "So what happens next?" Anya looked around the room while playing with her black rose necklace. She found a table with finger foods and decided that was the place she would be spending most of her evening.

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[Rise]

Isobel Cross





Isobel was sitting in the passenger seat of her friend's car. This friend was the ride to the New Year's Ball. She kept pulling her short black dress that was riding up slightly to keep her friend's wandering eye away from her exposed thighs, as well as slapping his hand away whenever he tried to cop a feel. Telling him to keep his eyes on the road was growing quite tedious, and hadn't it been for the masquerade ball, she would have never called him up in the first place, let alone sought him out at a different party she managed to get into. When it came to parties that were held at mansions with fine wine and good music, she hardly ever missed them, if she could help it.


The view of the mansion was coming up, and she could not wait to get out of the car and make a dash for the luxurious mansion. Her hands she had to literally grip the seat with before she could open the door and jump out. That and to keep herself from strangling the man in the driver's seat. To die in a car crash on the last day of the year before she even had a drink or two in her was certainly out of the question. At least I would die in style... She thought as she pulled down the mirrored sun-visor to busy herself with fixing her mask, a simple black lace mask with a ribbon embellishment on the right side, that she had already put on before she even entered the car. Wasting time and being late to the party was also another thing that was certainly out of the question.


A breath of relief left Isobel as the car finally stopped outside of the gates of the mansion. "Invitation." Instead of asking for it, she demanded it. Her hand was waiting for him to place it in her palm. The man beside her gave a chuckle, and said, "Isobel, baby, what about a kiss first." She turned to glare at him, which in turn he shook his head and chuckled before reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, slipping out the invitation and placing it in her hand, which she quickly placed into her black clutch purse for safe keeping.


"Thanks, Liam," she said as she opened the door. The man frowned at her. "It's Ethan." Isobel quickly got out of the car and bent down to look at him. "Yeah, right. I'll give you a call when I'm ready. See you!" She gave him a wink before straightening up and shutting the car door before she walked away as quickly as she could in high heels from the car and to the gates. Hopefully, she would end up getting a ride from someone else at the end of the night.


Should've got whatshisface to drive up to mansion... She thought as she walked up the drive, retrieving the invitation from her purse so it could be ready to show and wouldn't have to be waiting outside. Finally she reached the door to the mansion, showing the guards her invitation. She was content that she was let through, seeing how her dress was not a long ballgown like all the other female party-goers, and that she didn't have to waste her energy trying to seduce a guard to letting her by. Isobel would have thrown a fit if she wasn't let through, since she saw a woman wearing a short polka-dotted red dress was let through just moments ago.


Isobel didn't attract much attention to herself with her dress, since it was black and all, a neutral party color. She slipped through the mingling party-goers to head to the ballroom. Once in the ballroom, she slowly walked around, a smile on her face and giving a wink to whomever here and there. Deciding to just stand on the sidelines, she looked around, admiring all the elegant ballgowns, though with envy. She took a tall glass of champagne that a servant with a platter of champagne glasses had offered her, taking a sip of the bubbly ginger liquid. First drink of the night and hopefully many more to come.

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[Zylvia]

Ingrid Moore


Ingrid heaved a nervous sigh as she was ushered into the sleek black limo, barely managing to whisk her long skirts out of the gutter mud as she gave Fredericka a rushed little wave. Her blonde friend was grinning from ear to ear, so widely her face might soon split open. As much as the redhead wished she could say her excitement was contagious, all it really did was make her more anxious. "Go have fun, Ingrid! Remember how much you used to love these things? Don't come back until you've had an adventure!" Fredericka gave a melodious laugh and winked, blonde curls falling into her warm brown eyes. Ingrid knew she only meant well.





"Oh, I'll have plenty of fun, alright. You know how well I handle my alcohol." Her friend laughed again, and it was the last thing Ingrid saw before the limo door slammed shut, locking her inside the claustrophobic space. Immediately, her smile dropped. She ran her slender hands along the fabric of her - Fredericka's - fancy dress, fingering the soft feathers and wondered for the umpteenth time if she could handle being back in the social scene again. Perhaps she'd be lucky and none of her old socialite friends would be there to stare and point fingers. The young woman scoffed at the thought. When have I ever been so lucky?


The limo rumbled along in silence, save for the occasional honking of another car, another engine revving to impress the ladies. She paid them no heed. The seconds trickled into minutes. The roads blended together into one long highway and still, Ingrid could barely focus on anything except deep breaths. At long last, the silence grew unbearable. "How much longer until we're there, Phil?" she asked, throat dry and voice hoarse. The driver - my friend - cast her a smile as warm and much more comforting than Fredericka's. She suspected she didn't look too well.





"We're almost there, Ingrid. Don't worry. You'll be okay." Despite being a man of few words, the young ex-socialite felt better at his reassurance. The limo rolled to a gentle stop at the entrance and the door popped open. Fresh air rolled in, reanimating Ingrid like a cold slap to the face. She shook her auburn curls and stepped out into the golden light of the mansion. "Thank you, Phil. See you soon."





With a deep, shuddering breath, Ingrid walked up the drive and fumbled around in her black, sequinned clutch for her invitation. She flashed it to the guard with what she hoped was a charming smile and stepped into the grand ballroom with awe. It was beautiful. Holy crap. How long has it been since I've seen something like this? Nostalgia washed over her as she surveyed the decor, the atmosphere, the rich and pompous milling about. She kept her face calm and serene, though her insides were churning.


A waiter passed, pausing politely in front of her. She grabbed a glass of champagne gratefully and sipped. The young woman kept her head down, trying not to catch anyone's gaze on the off-chance that they knew her. She didn't want to go through the whole 'how're you doing, fallen angel?' facade all over again. Maybe I'll be able to escape early and make up something to impress Ricka. She took comfort in the thought and settled with her drink, leaning against the wall.

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[DemonicFairytale]

Sissi Navido


In silence she let her deep green eyes linger over the people that were already there, studying the this time physical masks that all of them were wearing as she was making it a challenge to herself to figure out some of the names hiding behind those far more gorgeous shields then they normally held up to shield themselves from the real world. Unfortunately it was harder than it looked like, the only clues you really got were the once the little things that resembled something from the family which made it easier to guess from which house they were. Or pretended to be. It didn’t took long or her attention was caught by the people that came in through the entrance of the ballroom, her gaze falling upon a male whom seems to be wearing the black version of the Phantom of the Opera mask and however his face was only partly covered she couldn’t make up her mind which surname he would be wearing tonight. Neither as from the young lady whom wore a dress that fell under the category ‘nice try’. It wasn’t really ugly, but for Sissi’s taste far not sophisticated enough. But the girl seemed to be quiet young, she had some years ahead of her to catch up with the real big players in the market.


Lifting up her left hand to push back a delicate string of hair behind her ear made the silver bracelet she wore that tingle softly. For a split second a soft smile ran over her lips, her eyes shifting from the newcomers to the jewelry before laying themselves on the man in from of her with a tray of champagne in his hands.


“Stay around close, I am going to need you a lot tonight…” she spoke to the man, her voice soft and seductive as she winked towards him from behind her mask. With a little sparkle in his eyes and a nod of his head the man left, probably having far more inappropriate thoughts about her words than she really meant. With a sigh Sissi rolled her eyes, her feet slowly setting her into motion which made the bottom of her dress softly caress the expensive marble they were walking and dancing on. She had no idea where to go really, never before had she been one of the first to arrive at a party and never before had she been alone. Normally he would have been there, but he wasn’t. Somehow it was a relieve, not having an aggressive pit-bull beside you all evening which showed you off like a trophy while chasing away any other form of social entertainment. On the other side, the freedom made her feel nervous causing her heart to beat a little faster with every few steps she took.


“Owh mother, what were you thinking?” she muttered softly against herself before looking up again, sipping her champagne in an elegant way before a soft expression crossed her face and made her smile for another moment.


“With a mask and a suit like that it’s hard to miss the representative of the Andersons tonight, isn’t it?” she spoke sweetly, waiting for the other to turn her way as she was taking another sip of her glass.


Aertherion Domesia


His hazel eyes were not even keeping up with the movements of his young master as the young man was making his way all through the ballroom, getting himself his first glass of champagne while knowing it would certainly not be his last for this evening before making his way to one of the many lovely ladies that were already present before they arrived. The blond knew there was nothing he could do to prevent his young master from behaving the way he did and if he was completely honest with himself he didn’t feel like doing so either. It was New Year’s Eve, people from his age was supposed to go out and have fun, enjoy life. If he would have been a normal commoner he probably would have been going to the house from one of his friends, taking a beer while making out with the girl next door before waking up the other day beside the lovely chest of someone unknown to him. But he wasn’t a commoner, he was one of the many birds in the golden cage which got its wings cut from birth. He would not fly, never.


“I rather have a glass of water please, if it is not too much of an effort” His words were sudden and made the young man in front of him shock for a second as he had not expected the blond to notice his attention because his eyesight and mindset were in a completely different place. To calm the one a bit down Aertherion send him a friendly smile from behind his mask, hoping it would make his face somewhat friendlier because the tone in his voice had been slightly edged. The man left with a little nod of his head, leaving the bodyguard alone again which now had laid his eyes on a lady whom wore a dress that was far from just slightly outside of the dress code. The red of her dress, the accessories in her hair and on her body and the tattoos that were carelessly showed. Tilting his head a bit to the side he took a few steps forward, coming up from behind the lady whom just tilted back her head to make her second glass of champagne disappear before speaking.


“Depends, what are your motives of being here?” Too static, too business like. He had hoped the words would have somehow come out friendly but hearing his own voice caring the words out made him realize the echo of his mind was harsh and almost examination like.


“Sorry…” It was the only apology he managed to get out of his mouth, his eyes looking straight into hers while the voice in his head confirmed he really was the worst conversation partner she could ever wish for.

 

[shygirl3]

Luke McAllister


Luke noticed the blonde he was eyeing glance at him, but then walked over to another guy. Hmm maybe she's off the market, he thought himself. He let his eyes continue to wander about the ballroom. He noticed a girl with a glass of champagne who was acting all shy up against the wall. She seemed like she might be a little bit of a challenge, but he's always up for a challenge. He finished his glass of champagne, putting the empty on a waiter's tray and taking a new one. Ignoring his sister, he walked away over towards the girl against the wall.


He walked over and decided to take a relaxed approached. He leaned against the wall beside her. "Fancy party, huh?" he asked as he took a swig from his glass. He glanced over at her he tried reading her to gauge which approach he should take while talking to her. Luke normally never had to say much to girls before they were all over him. He thought about trying a pick up line on her, but decided maybe just talking to her would be his best option. He slid a little closer to her, "are we allowed to say our names at these functions?" He glanced around. "Ah well, I'm Luke." He said giving her a smile. He finished his glass "Would you like to dance?" he asked offering his hand to her. Even if she denied, he wasn't ready to give up on her yet.


Emily McAllister


Emily was left mid-sentence by her brother. She shook her head "nice talking to you too, Luke" she muttered to herself. She walked over to get a drink, as she sipped her drink she looked around the party. Emily loved seeing everyone all dressed up and mingling with each other. She heard the music and suddenly got an urge to dance, but then her mother's words echoed in her head. She decided it would be best if she stayed unnoticed.


Emily took her drink and sat down at a table. She felt a bit out of place, everyone else seemed older than her and the only people who looked familiar to her was her brother and her parents. She didn't want to hang around her family, but she wasn't one to start a conversation with someone else first. She remained in her chair and watched everyone else mingle with each other.

 

[NessieAlways]

Anya Vasilisa Vladmir


The more she stared at the food table, the more she was beginning to think she could survive a night with all the social climbing piranhas at this party. She listened in to conversations which never strayed from 'important person' did this or 'important person' said that. They rambled on and on gaining confidence from the mistakes of others, like parasites. Anya scoffed annoyed of their superficiality. By the end of the argument two girls were having of who was better dressed, Anya concluded that this was a low joke played by her comrades. In her mind, her idiot friends were in the van laughing at their well played scheme. Using Anya's dream to put her in a dress and heels, splash makeup on her face, tame the wild beast she called hair and drag her into Barbie Masquerade was quite brilliant. Props to those bastards. Didn't think they had it in them.


When it came to playing jokes Anya held the upper hand. She knew everyone pretty well to know exactly what strings to pull, but this greatly engineered plan had to have taken months of planning. Even she knew her friends weren't that brilliant. Still, the more she pondered on it, the more she questioned the motive of the joke. Was it to see her in a dress? That's stupid. All I ever wear are dresses. Was it to see her trip and fall in heels? Nah, heels are like my second pair of feet. Was it to get her back for something? This doesn't really seem like a punishment. Free food and free booze. What more can a gal ask for? Was it to humiliate her in front of the elite? Possible, but I don't even care about these botox injected freaks. What was the motive of this joke? Every joke has to have a motive, a sort of punch line. No matter how bad it is, it's there. Was she suppose to bail and leave half way through the party? Bring the Bohemian Queen to a Royal Gala and expect her to leave crying, please, don't you guys know me better by now?


The warmth of a body approaching her from behind gave way that someone was standing behind Anya. And here I thought things were going to be simple. She looked once more at the snack table. I guess the mini sandwiches will have to wait. The voice of a man came from behind her breaking her thoughts. "Depends, what are you motives of being here?" The words danced around her head while she strategically plotted her rebuttal. By the tone of his voice, she was almost positive he was just another judging soul ready to kick her out for her unorthodox fashion sense. Slightly annoyed by the narrow minded, yet amused at the length people would go to to keep their vision of a perfect world, Anya smirked and spun around to face the man. Her response bounced around her lips ready to see the man's face grow in shock when he found out she wasn't just a party crasher, yet the word that came out of his mouth before she had a chance to speak took her by surprise. "Sorry..."





Anya met the guys eyes. A sort of awkwardness lingered in them as if he too realized his words came off too strong for a conversation starter. Although she couldn't see much of his face, his body and eyes made up for it. Tall broad shoulders, a build just shy of perfect, and eyes that conveyed strength, mystery, warmth, and just a bit of the awkwardness from before, Anya liked what she saw. Anya's smirk transformed into a flirtatious smile sensing the guy's insecurity when it came to conversation. "Well I was suppose to find an opportunity of a life time," Her tone was playfully sarcastic, "But I guess you'll have to do." Anya winked blinking away the flirtatious smile and stretched her hand out to the stranger in an innocent attempt for a proper greeting. "Anya. Anya Vasilisa Vladmir."

 

[Zylvia]

Ingrid Moore





Ingrid observed the mingling wealthy with amusement. Perceptive grey eyes crinkled behind her elegant mask, trying to analyse the real personalities behind all the false identities the rich hid behind. A girl in red caught her eye first. With the casual dress, stockings and punk shoes, her status was glaringly obvious. She didn't belong here. She's just like me. Ingrid smiled at the thought and mentally admired the girl for her bravery in expressing herself so freely. I wish I could be more like that. She turned away just as a handsome male approached the woman in red and retreated back to her own thoughts. To her right, a gorgeous socialite in a white mermaid dress spoke softly to an equally gorgeous man. She decided they were both high and classy enough to feel comfortable in such a place.


With a delicate sigh, Ingrid took a long sip of her champagne and locked eyes with a tall man, face half-covered with a sleek black Phantom of the Opera mask. Judging by his confidence and demeanour, he was probably used to functions like this. Even though she could hardly focus on anything other than his striking green eyes, it was evident that he was attractive. His strong jawline and strong build confirmed that. Ricka would like him. She let her slate grey eyes linger on him for a few seconds longer than necessary before turning away. Such men were rarely ever available, or harbouring good intentions. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught up in an affair. Still, there was no denying that it was nice to be noticed. She downed her drink in one large gulp and made to move away when a voice addressed her.


She turned, auburn curls framing her face, and was - pleasantly? - surprised to find herself face to face with the man. Ingrid graced him with a soft snort and a smirk, replacing her empty glass with a fresh one on a passing waiter's tray before speaking. "Fancy enough that you'd leave that gorgeous lady for this discrete corner? Consider me flattered." She took a large gulp of the champagne, pursing her lips as the alcohol burned down her throat and kept her stormy grey eyes fixed away from him. He, however, seemed persistent. He edged closer. Ingrid raised her eyebrows, cast him an amused smile and took a step back, keeping distance between them. She gave him a mysterious smile and simply said, "Pleasure to meet you, Luke. And no, thank you. I'm afraid my dancing skills would shame you. Can't have that now, can we?" She titled her glass back, downing an almost full glass of champagne in one go.


Through the frosty glass, Ingrid saw a familiar head of black hair and the too-familiar charming smile. Her stomach clenched painfully. Her mouth felt dry. It was her ex-boyfriend, who'd cheated on her and shamed her in front of the whole grade after she'd lost her rich status. The redhead swallowed painfully and instinctively tilted her body away from him and towards Luke, letting waves of flame hide as much of her face as possible. When she spoke, her voice was slightly hitched and just a touch hoarse, "Actually, you know what? That dance sounds pretty nice." She fixed him with a charming smile. "You have permission to stomp on my toes as much as I will probably stomp on yours. Accidentally, of course." She gave herself a mental slap. What stupid crap are you saying, idiot? Act classy!

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dominic Anderson


With a nod of his head he greeted those he thought were important enough to acknowledge. His eye brow moved up slightly as he noticed a lady with a red polka dot dress talking with a long haired bodyguard of someone. The way she downed one champagne glass over the other made him shake his head. Seriously... some people couldn't even pretend to be classy. He couldn't believe his parents actually pressured him into going to a party like this. It wasn't the high class parties they usually showed their face and besides it was almost impossible to network, since most people didn't even have a status that was worth considering deals with. His eyes moved over to a male that was of higher status, but too bad the girl he was flirting with was an even bigger disgrace than the polka lady. He had to admit she had quite some nerves to show up at a party like this as one of the fallen Moores. His thoughts were however pleasantly interrupted by the sweet female voice that sounded like the best melody in the world. With a smile on his face he turned around, only to admire her perfect looks for a second.


"Only someone from the Navido family would be able to pull of the perfect look" He answered with an honest tone to his voice. Mostly the compliments were just hollow words, a saying that was only part of the game of the high and mighty. The virgin white dress with black details was truly perfect on her body, but what else was expected from her? She would even look like a queen while wearing something cheap like G-Star or Replay. God forbid even in unbranded clothes she would look better than most females here in their expensive ball room dresses. His eyes moved a bit further as it was rare to see this fair maiden around. He had heard the rumors, but there had been so much talking going on lately. Like always before big parties coming up. However for once it seemed like truth had been spoken with those words and the blonde counterpart of the lady had really vanished into thin air. He sipped gracefully from the bubbles as he was not really a fan of alcoholic drinks.


A servant came by and he set away the still half filled glass as the orchestra started to play a simple English Waltz. His grey blue eyes found the alluring deep green pools again, making his heart miss a few beats as they had done from the first time her eyes had ever met his. He moved his now empty hand forward to take hers and kiss the back of it very lightly. His lips hardly touching the smooth fair skin of the lady before standing up straight again.


"I would be honored if you would accept this dance with me" He spoke as he was not really sure what to expect. They had shared some dances before, far less than he would have wanted, but that was mostly due to partner changes while they were on the dancefloor. Besides those dances had never lasted more than a few seconds and her boyfriend would have come over to claim her again. Sure there had been a connection between them, but that also might all have been in his head.


"I can only hope to be good enough to gracefully lead you over the dancefloor" He continued. There was something about this woman that made him wary of his own skills. Normally he would have never doubted his years upon years of dance classes, but with her... He always hated to fail in anything, but failing her would just be a complete disaster. It would be the end of his life.


Kayleigh Reeds





Sipping gently from the champagne she was amused by the warmth the liquid spread within her body. Never before had she ever had any champagne, though that did not mean she wasn't used to alcohol. Back with the gang they only shared beer or wodka, sometimes there were a few lost bottles of tequila, however never something fancy. To be honest it wouldn't fit them at all and she didn't feel like she missed out on something. Her eyes moved over the people that were on the dancefloor, yet they didn't find the person she was looking for. She sighed as her gaze moved on, biting the inside of her cheek as she noticed the buffet. She had to admit she was quite hungry and slowly she made her way over to the high quality food. She noticed caviar and blue cheese and all kind of other expensive things she had never eaten in her life. Guess these people only stay skinny because the food is horrible. She smiled softly over her own thoughts as she noticed a girl in a purple dress. Half of the fabric was covered with black lace.


The mask fitted the dress perfectly, yet didn't hide her face very well as she instantly recognized the girl as being part of her targets life. The young girl seemed to be just as lost as her on this party and she quickly took a plate in her hands. If she was here, maybe she could connect me to the target? She took something that seemed like a normal French Bread with some smoked ham on it. After that she let her heels take her over to the table the girl was sitting at, making sure to leave at least one seat between them since it would be awkward to take the seat directly next to her.


"Should a lovely girl like you not be on the dance floor with some of these handsome men?" She started the simple small talk for now. She had all night to figure out information on her target, no need to jump in right ahead. She didn't deem herself beautiful enough to match up with this high ranked woman, though she did remember some vague dance lessons so she would be alright if being asked to dance by someone. How she would love to be here with him, wearing a true Phantoms mask and not some cheap copy. Holding her gently in his arms to spin over the dancefloor, instead of the blackhaired bitch that seemed to have enchanted him with those stupid big blue eyes of hers. She banned the thought from her mind as she couldn't get worked up over that at this party, besides she didn't want to scare away the other girl.

 

[DemonicFairytale]

Sissi Navido


A gentle smile lingered among her lips as her deep green eyes met his, nodding her head softly at him as she took in the compliment he made her. Words she had heard many times before, some honest while others were the sweetest lies she had ever heard from certain lips that would never speak any good of her family if they didn’t have to for the eye of high society.


“You did a rather excellent job yourself if I may say so, mister Anderson” she responded with a soft tone in her voice as she noticed how the eyes of the man in front of her shifted through the room until they found their way back to hers. She knew exactly what he was looking for, whom he was looking for. She remembered dances she had shared with the young man in front of her, the look in his eyes as he leaded her over the dancefloor for less than a minute before a man with a somewhat taller and far more aggressive build entered the scene and wrapped his arms around her body before showing her off to everyone willingly to look at them.


A little bit surprised she blinked her long black lashes as she witnessed how the blond suddenly took her hand, kissing the back of it lightly before her eyes were able to meet his again. They were the most stunning and mesmerizing blue with grey that the blond woman had ever witnessed, making it that it took her a second to react on his request before putting away her half empty glass beside his on the plate before the waiter left their side again.


“I would be delighted, it has been so long” She spoke kindly, somehow a slight hint of longing in her voice as she took a step closer to him while her hand was still laying gently in his waiting for him to take her to the dancefloor. Sissi doubted it that there would be better dancers here tonight than the man in front of her, or man that she would trust her body upon into their hands even if it would only be for one dance only. Though she had seen one man whom might have had a chance if he wouldn’t have been the cheap playboy type that found his fair share in the game somewhere else with someone whose name they wouldn’t speak. The fact that she even dared to show her face here tonight was enough to tell that the boy’s standards were just as high as hers. Wearing a mask and an expensive dress didn’t hide the truth, and Sissi had watched all of it from close enough to be sure of her hunch from who this girl was.


“With the current standard around I not only hope that you will lead me over the dancefloor, but also through this night…” A little sparkle could be seen in her eyes as she looked them into his, a little playful smile appearing on her lips as she exhaled softly. He might show up any minute, even though he had gone missing for quite some time now it wouldn’t surprise her if he would return from the ashes. But before he did she had to make something from this evening, this year, and the beginning of the next.


Aertherion Domesia


In silence he watched how the lady in front of him turned herself around, a smirk laying around her lips for a second before her expression changed to something the blond was all too familiar with before changing back into a smirk again. Blinking his hazel eyes slowly Aertherion kept his eyes on the young woman in front of him, not affected by the quickly changing emotions and looks in the eyes of the rather attractive woman in front of him. Even though she was nothing like the women she was surrounded by at the very moment, she had something attractive and alluring in her own special way. Maybe it were the tattoos that were showing from beneath her out of style dress, or the deep black color of her hair. Whatever it was, one thing was for sure. This lady would take a lot of attention tonight, being it both in a positive and negative way.


“The opportunity of a life time…” he repeated softly after her, more talking to himself as he tried to make sense of the meaning behind those words than talking to her. It had become his natural habit to unravel hidden meanings behind some innocent looking sentences, a skill he had developed over the years while he was beside his young master. The young man had always tried to fool him, telling him one thing while meaning the other. It had only been a matter of very short time before the blond bodyguard knew what he was up to, though he sometimes acted like he had no idea at all to give the precious son of his masters a little bit of playground.


“Aertherion Domesia, nice to meet you Miss Vladmir” As soft as he could he took the hand of the lady in front of him, bowing himself slightly down before his lips brushed the skin of her tender hand slightly. It was not something that defined him, the rules and the etiquettes of the high society but it was the way his masters wanted it and so it would be done. As soon as he straightened himself again his hazel eyes searched for hers again, pushing aside the comment about him having to do which would have offended most people in this room if they would have been in his shoes.


“Though I might have to disappoint you miss, I am by far not the man you see me for” Carefully he let go of her hand, his fingertips brushing along the last inches of skin before all contact between them was gone again. When the young man from before appeared in the corner of his eye with a plate with a glass of water on it, together with some other drinks, the blond swallowed softly before turning himself around and grabbing the drink from the plate without saying anything to the other while only nodding his head to him again. Carefully he took a sip, smiling softly at the taste of the non-alcohol drink before turning himself to the young lady again.


“You don’t look like the water type miss, can I get you anything else from the refined silver wear that is being carried around currently?” And with those words he exhaled softly, having spoken to many words already for someone whom was not much of a talker.

 

[shygirl3]

Luke McAllister


With an amused smirk and a raised eyebrow Luke spoke in a sultry, low voice, "If by gorgeous lady you're referring to the lady in the purple dress, that's my sister. Not really into that sort of thing." he said giving her a wink. Oh I want to do more than flatter you, princess naturally he kept that inappropriate thought to himself. Luke watched her drink her champagne and as he was drinking her in, he couldn't help but notice she wasn't making eye contact with him. Hmmm he thought, usually the ladies can't keep their eyes off of me. Luke decided to take the step forward and at that she stepped back. Her mysterious smile placed him on the edge. Luke took that as her asking him 'Do you want to play?'. Luke gazed deeply into her eyes. Yes, I really really do want to play he thought to himself.


She had just rejected him to dance. No girl has ever done that, they loved dancing with him. Many used it just as an excuse to place their hands on him. He saw her down another glass of champagne, he gently reached out his hand grabbing her wrist. "Easy does it. As much as I would love to have my hands tangled in your hair, I would prefer for it to be for reasons other than keeping it free of vomit." He stated smoothly as his gaze moved from her eyes to the rest of her body.


When he glanced back up to her face he noticed she had leaned closer to him, I guess she does want to play after all. He gave her a seductive smirk, he was happy to hear she changed her mind. He raised an eyebrow at receiving permission to stomp on her feet."I don't stomp, Love." He stated firmly. He gracefully scooped up her hand and lead her to the dance floor. Luke lead he to the middle of the dance floor and placed one of her hands on his bicep and the other gently resting in his. He took his free hand and placed it on the small of her back, then tugged her close him. Their legs offset, as his dance teacher had taught him. "Just follow my lead." he whispered into her ear.


Luke gracefully lead her around the dance floor, twirling her occasionally. Under his lead she looked like she was a natural. Once the song was ending he brought her down into a dip. His lips was close to hers, and he thought about kissing her but decided against it. Not yet, he moved his gaze from her lips up to her eyes, giving her a slight smirk, "I told you I don't stomp." He whispered, as he brought her back to the upright position.





Emily McAllister


Emily was sitting at the table watching all the elegant people interact. She couldn't help but wish she had the elegance these other ladies had. She was still a duckling in a lake full of swans. Sure, she could dance like a swan but no one would know that. She heard a voice ask a question, but didn't think anything of it because she figured it was someone nearby talking to someone else. However, she soon figured out that the question was indeed intended for her once she glanced up. A girl in a long blue dress had sat down at the table with her. Emily gave the girl a friendly smile and responded, "thanks but I seem to have a lot of competition. It looks like I'll be enjoying the party from the comforts of my seat tonight." Emily said softly. "What about you? I'm sure your date would much rather have you by his arm than talking with me." Emily commented.


Emily's eyes looked at what she was eating, "Do you actually like the food here?" She asked the girl. Emily scrunched her nose "I always eat before I come to these things. I much rather have a cheeseburger than...whatever that is." Emily was part of the wealthy but she knew she was never going to fit it. She much rather be part or the average people than the social elites. "Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Emily McAllister." She stuck out her hand introducing herself.

 

[Zylvia]

Ingrid Moore





Ingrid flinched visibly as Luke's hands wrapped around her wrist, lowering the empty glass from her parted lips. His touch was surprisingly warm; his grip surprisingly gentle. As she listened to his blatantly flirtatious remarks, the young woman couldn't help but smile. Poor puppy. He's trying so hard. She cast him what Fredericka named her 'signature mysterious smirk' and set her empty glass delicately on a passing waiter's tray. Ingrid let the silence between them drag on until it edged on uncomfortable before turning stormy grey eyes on the handsome male. "Keeping a damsel in distress' hair free of vomit may be revolting, but keeping a lady sad and sober during an event like this is absolutely criminal." The young ex-socialite kept her voice cool, but the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her lips and the twinkle in her eyes gave her away.


Wordlessly, she took his proffered hand with as much grace and stature as she could manage in such an inconvenient dress and killer heels. As they made their way to the dance floor, she couldn't help but notice the number of eyes glancing her way. Whether it was because of the handsome male by her side and his family's influence or whether it was because of her own status, Ingrid couldn't tell. Goosebumps raised on her skin and the young woman fixed her gaze on the floor. Paranoia washed over her. Everyone probably recognises me. Dammit Fredericka. This was a terrible idea. Her thoughts, however, didn't linger long in her mind as Luke took the initiative of placing her hands on his toned body. Despite being absolute strangers, the young woman couldn't help but feel like she belonged in his arms, like his body was sculpted to fit hers. She scoffed at her own idiocy. What dramatic stupidity, Ingrid. You've been watching too many chick flicks. She opened her mouth to speak, only to have the breath knocked out of her as Luke pressed her body firmly against his. They were so close she could see the minute details of his face and the beautiful depths of his eyes. Immediately, she looked away. Don't, Ingrid. It's a bad idea. People like him are always bad ideas.


Under his guidance, she found herself traversing the dance floor and loving it. Every twirl, every step, every movement of her body and limbs felt perfect. Time stopped; people and their judgmental stares disappeared. The only thing she could focus on, could orbit around, was Luke. When the dance ended, Ingrid was almost humming with excitement. It felt like liquid electricity coursed through her veins. She grinned for the first time since she'd set foot into the room. Still supported by Luke's strong arms, she whispered so close to his lips that he could feel her every breath, "So, did I do well enough to get another dance?"


Lost in the moment, the young woman stumbled slightly as she stood, collapsing into Luke's arms before regaining her posture. She smiled apologetically from behind her metal lace mask. "Sorry, I--" Her words, however, were cut short by the intrusion of none other than her high school sweetheart - Alastair. He looked as handsome as always. Black hair, dark eyes and a hint of rebel, it wasn't surprising to see girls eying him appreciatively from all around the room. Ingrid suppressed a shudder.





"Ingrid Moore!" he declared loudly enough that several heads turned curiously. "Who'd have thought I'd be seeing you here! How's your family doing these days? Getting in the good graces of the McAllisters?" He flashed a brilliant smile, as if he hadn't just insinuated that she was whoring herself for Luke. The young woman flushed crimson and stared embarrassingly at the polished floor. Instinctively, her mind flashed back to her high school days, where a similar scenario had taken place. She shuddered and gripped the skirts of her dress, trying to steady her breathing. Keep it calm, Ingrid. Don't run. Don't cry. Be stronger. She bit her lip and unconsciously took a step back. Despite herself, she was afraid of Alastair. He had ruined her life once. She couldn't handle having it ruined again.


(( Sorry it's kind of shitty >.< It's 2AM and I rushed it. Better post next time - promise ^^ ))

 

[NessieAlways]

Anya Vasilissa Vladmir





The mannerism in the way the Aertherion carried himself would have pleased any girl here and swiped them off their feet. However, Anya wasn't used to this behavior and her reaction was rather unrefined. Her eyebrows rose in a surprised expression as the Aertherion took her hand and bowed. Is this his way of picking a wedgie? Anya looked around the room not really sure on how to react and then she felt the slightest touch on her hand. She looked back at the man kissing her hand, her expression turning into complete disgust and disbelief. Anya found is chivalrous actions quite off putting seeing as she had never encountered such thing. This scene was way outside her comfort zone all she could really manage to do was watch and hope he didn't start making out with her hand.


Seeing Aertherion beginning to straighten up, Anya wipe away all negative expressions off her face an simply smiled. His hand lingered on hers and it send nervous chills down Anya's spine. Anya stared at his fingers slowly brushing away feeling there was something more. Am I suppose to bow and kiss his hand too? Why couldn't he just have shook my hand or done a bro fist? She was about to bend down for a bow also when all contact was severed. Anya let out an audible sigh that could have been mistaken for her being annoyed of the situation, but it was for a sigh of relief that she didn't have to kiss his hand also. Who knows where that thing has been.





His next words took her by surprise, “Though I might have to disappoint you miss, I am by far not the man you see me for”. Anya had been so caught up in the previous moment that her comment about him having to do had vanished from her mind. Anya decided to play along if only for the sake of entertainment. A teasing grin found it's way to Anya's red lips and her eyes batted coquettishly. "No...you surely aren't, but that doesn't man we can't have fun." Anya took a step towards Aertherion closing the distance between them. She didn't have anything in mind after that. She was hoping his reaction would be enough to please her hunger of messing with people, but just then a young man appeared in the corner carrying a tray with drinks.


Anya snapped her head in direction of the man and stared him down slightly irritated for having messed with her fun. She took a step back and watched as Aertherion grabbed a glass of a clear liquid which was probably water and took a drink. Her hand began reaching for the slightly darker colored liquid when Aertherion spoke again, “You don’t look like the water type miss, can I get you anything else from the refined silver wear that is being carried around currently?” Anya stared at him baffled, her mouth slightly opened. I don't look like the water type? What's that suppose to mean? She couldn't help but feel a bit insulted from that comment, but she wasn't going to let him have the upper hand. Anya shot Aertherion a devilish grin and a taunting glance that conveyed a challenge to his comment. Anya rose her hand and took a glass with water while speaking, "I can do it myself thank you." Her phrase was a bit on the offensive side, but the smile on her face gave the tone a playful manner. I can be a water person if I want to be. Anya took a sip of the water and flashed a smile as if it was the best thing in the world, it wasn't. Jesus, if you're out there, this would be the time to turn water into wine.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dominic Anderson


He smiled as he noticed the surprise in her eyes as he had taken and kissed her hand, even if it was a normal gesture in their society. However with the end of the year in sight it had been a busy period for them with little time for parties and festivals. Besides that Miller boy had no idea how to treat the lady and how lucky he was with the lady by his side. He let the unpleasant thoughts of the male that usually accompagnied the beauty in front of him not darken his mood. Something which would be practically impossible as she had accepted his offer. His smile got brighter as he noticed how she closed a bit more of the distance between them, a distance that would be quickly reduced to non existance during the dance.


"I will do my very best to not dissapoint you my lady. Aswell in this dance as with the night" Dominic answered as he instantly took over the sparkle. Her eyes seemed to have created an whole new dimension as he lead her carefully upon the dancefloor. He watched another couple move over the dancefloor, the female of the couple distantly familiar. "McAllister and Moore... interesting couple" he mentioned as the name of the female had gotten back to him. All knew the story how the Moore family had fallen to mediocrity. Probably not on her own invite. He placed his hand lightly on Sissi's hip, feeling her body heat through the fabric of the dress she was wearing. He swallowed softly as he brought her closer to him, yet not claiming her, just holding her close as he started of the Waltz.


From that moment on there was nothing but the girl in his arms and the music around them. Skillfully he whirled her away from dark masses that came their way every now and then. As a particular movement came their way he placed her hand subtle on his shoulder, before taking her waist in his firm, yet still gentle, grasp. With a quick lift, he avoided a collide with the obvious less skilled couple, though it left him with an annoyed frown on his face. "Some people should just not try at all. he commented as he let her slide down towards the ground again. Right that moment the music of course stopped playing, probably to make some announcement of some sorts. With his hands still on her waist and their bodies close together he noticed how McAllister almost went in for the kissing move. Did men now a days have no respect for women at all? However his attention was quickly taken by the deep green eyes of the young female in his arms again. "I hope that was good enough to grant me a second dance, if the music will allow us? he whispered, before looking towards the orchestra to see why they had stopped playing.


Kayleigh Reeds


She arched her eye brow as the girl didn't seem to react on her words. Seriously, I am not some low- Her thought stopped half way as the other girl turned and looked up. Kayleigh quickly changed her expression to a more friendly one again as the girl started to speak and just kept on going. She nodded, opening her mouth to answer the question about her date, which did bring a soft color to her cheeks. "Well the only boy I'd want as date has no eyes for me anymore, so he shouldn't be jealous about me talking to you" She joked it off. Luckily there was not awkward silence as the other started about the food now and cheeseburgers.


Her lips twitched up in a genuine smile for a moment as she had taken a bit from her ham and bread. It was actually quite tasty, and she could immediately tell it was from far better quality that the usual food they had. Then again it was probably just as expensive as all their food in a month together. As she had swallowed she covered her mouth with her hand, just to be sure as she let out a chuckle. "I do agree with you. If there would be cheeseburgers, there would be at least one thing I am familiar with" She spoke. She had no shame in admitting that she wasn't of the high rank as all these people around her. Most of them probably knew by just taking a good look at her, besides it was not that she could be thrown out since she still had the invitation. Furthermore this girl didn't seem one to care for statusses.


She moved her hand forward to meet the other girl and shook it lightly. Or at least she tried to. Living on the streets was not really away to keep handshakes light and feminine. No, if there even were handshakes they were firm, in away to settle dominance as quickly as possible. "Kayleigh van Almend" she lied without even blinking her eyes. Not that her real name would say anything, but van Almend at least sounded like something. Besised like Kuolema said, better safe than sorry. She let out a sigh as she sipped from the champagne again, before taking some more bites of her food. "So what about your date? Or are you just waiting your chances like me?" she asked in return, though she was pretty sure the girl opposite of her didn't have a date. Otherwise she wouldn't be sitting here, complaining about the food to a stranger.

 

[DemonicFairytale]

Sissi Navido


Carefully her feet set her into motion, her hand resting lightly upon his as she followed him to the edge of the dancefloor where her eyes laid themselves on the couple the man next to her was talking about, nodding her head slightly with a disapproving expression on her face.


“Very interesting…” she commented back before her eyes shifted back to the Dominic who’s hand had found its way to her hip, laying there lightly but sending a slight warm shiver up her body nevertheless as she herself softly let the palm of her hand touch his shoulder. The warmth of his body carefully mixed itself with hers as she came closer to him, her feet setting off into the Waltz while her heart let itself be leaded by the music from the orchestra.


His movements were gently yet skillful, making it that her body responded almost perfectly to his as they made their way over the dancefloor. Her deep green eyes only looking up towards the man in whose arms she was swaying in now, for a moment completely forgetting about the world around them and the possible treat that she had always been conscious of the moment she got into the company of another man. Even after two months of silence she had still been nervous, though it wasn’t like her to show any of that to the outside world, that he might show up out of nowhere and that her life would continue the way it was before. Life in the golden cage.


“Some people should know not to show their faces around people they don’t belong around” she spoke calmly yet cold as her eyes pinned themselves into those of the lady they just avoided colliding into as her feet touched the ground again. Slowly she turned her head back towards Dominic, her blond hair dancing behind her back as she smiled softly at him, ready to give him a response on the question he asked her as the music stopped playing which made her lift her eyebrow instead.


“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Prestége Newyear’s Eve ball. We hope you will all have a wonderful evening, starting with expanding the social networks by some Snowball dancing!” It was a short announcement and before Sissi could lay her eyes on the small fat figure that apparently had to do as the head butler of house Prestége the man had already disappeared once again. Snowball dancing, which would mean they would switch partners every song for at least two more dances with a max out of five. She turned her head back to Dominic again, her eyes finding his as her heart skipped a beat before laying low in her chest.


“Before the night ends I’ll grand you one more dance, Mister Anderson.” She spoke calmly, her eyes lingering onto his for another second before breaking the eye contact to see whom would be the first to claim her next dance.


Aertherion Domesia


A soft smile lay around his lips as he had not missed her previous unfinished movement and the look she was now sending towards the young man with the silver tray in his hands, not backing down for the look the lady in front of him gave him. It wasn’t the first time Aertherion was being flirted with, there had been more ladies throughout the years that had tried their chances with him but being almost solid as a rock and not from their caliber it never turned out as more than a friendly drink and a disappointed smile from the ladies side. He wasn’t a ladies man anyway, they secretly made him nervous with their eye betting and honey sweet smiles full of lies and lingering lust.


“The tone in your voice and the grin that was just laying around your lips can’t hide the fact that I clearly offended you with a comment I did not intended that way” he spoke calmly, taking a sip from his own glass of water as he witnessed the young man disappearing out of sight as soon as he had appeared a few seconds before. When his eyes turned back to the lady in front of him again his ears caught the words of the head butler, gulping softly as he raised a brow behind his mask before his eyes did a speed search for his young master which appeared nowhere to be found until Aertherion’s eyes witnessed the closing of a balcony door and a bang of blond hair which told him more than enough.


“I guess this is the que for your prince charming to come and get you, Miss Anya” His eyes had found hers again and pinned themselves deep into them, hoping he made it clear enough to her with those words that he was by far not the type that would share a dance with someone. It wasn’t his place and beside that, he had no idea how to ballroom dance. Where he came from, they didn’t even knew what that would be.

 

[shygirl3]

Luke McAllister





Luke chuckled when Ingrid stumbled into his arms "It's a good thing I took the alcohol away from you when I did." he teased her lightly. Once she was steadied her dropped his hands and listened to her as she began to speak. However, her words were interrupted by a voice saying her name. He saw a guy striding towards them. Luke figured they were friends, or a boyfriend maybe. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and casually observed the ballroom.


He was snapped back to reality when he heard the use of his name. Luke gave him a curious glance, what the hell was this guy playing at? Stealing a glance over at Ingrid, he saw how uncomfortable she looked. A knight in shining armor is something Luke wasn't. Many wouldn't even call him an gentleman, but he had his moments. Getting in a fight was the last thing he wanted to do, but he wasn't going to let this guy embarrass her anymore. Luke's hand found it's way to her arm, placing her behind him. He stood in between them and glared at the guy.


Taking a step towards Alastair "I don't think the lady wants to talk to you." he said bluntly. Luke flashed a smug smile towards him, "I think you should take your cheap suit and walk over there." He turned to leave then swiftly turned back, grabbing the lapels of his jacket "and keep both of our names out of your damn mouth. Got it?" he threatened and shoved him back forcefully. Luke turned back to face Ingrid and wrapped a comforting hand around her waist "Come on." he said softly as he lead her over to an empty table in the corner.


Pulling a chair out for her, he grabbed a glass of water handing it to her. He knelt down in front of her placing his hands on her knees, "are you alright?" he asked. He felt himself softening, he usually only was like it with his sister. Is she changing me? he wondered to himself. He quickly stood up, his steely gaze returning. He shoved his hands in his pockets staring down at her. "Well?" he asked, this time a bit more distantly, waiting for a response. He heard the man announce the snowball dance and he compared that to speed dating. Many girls, time to increase the stats. "I'll just go." he said pointing towards the dance floor. He began walking towards the dance floor.


Luke glanced over and towards his sister, just to check up on her, and he saw her talking to some girl. He raised an eyebrow and changed courses over to her. He casually strolled up to the table with his hands in his pockets. "Hey Em." he said standing by her. He turned his attention to the other girl "Luke McAllister, Emily's brother. Pleasure." he said casually sticking out his hand. ((@Zylvia ))


Emily McAllister





Emily smiled at Kayleigh "it's nice to meet you" she said happily. She watched everyone dancing. She looked back briefly at her and shook her head "no date, and I don't really mind being alone. I quite like it actually. I don't have to worry about what I say or how I act. It's a lot more fun to watch." she said bringing her gaze back to everyone dancing around the room. Emily realized that she was probably being rude by not continuing the conversation. She glanced back over at her.


She went to speak but was interrupted by a familiar voice. Emily glanced up and saw her brother. "Hi Luke." she said as he introduced himself to Kayleigh. She was slightly relieved to have her brother there to take the stress of socializing off of her. She had just met this girl and had no idea what to talk to her about. Emily heard the snowflake dance was starting and she bit her lip, part of her wanted to stand in hopes that she'll get a partner. However, she was perfectly content in staying seating and not have to worry about messing up dance steps or making casual conversation as they danced. Emily concluded that she'll stay put and if someone came to her then she'll agree to dance and if not then she'll stay put.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dominic Anderson


An amused smile appeared on his face, triggered by her hateful words. He wasn't particular fond of behaving better than everyone else, but at times it was just necesary. After all they were of higher status, yet he did not believe that automatically made them better. "That is the problem with these kind of events, they make people think they can be like us" He spoke softly, before looking at the stage where the man opted his idea. He hated snowball dancing, even with people from their social circle it could cause a lot of bruised toes, let alone with these kind of people. Besides he had never been a lover of dancing, unless it was with her. Yet it seemed like life didn't grant him more than one minute with her to show that he was skilled on the dancefloor.


With his disapproval clearly readable on his face, though only the thin line of his lips visible because of the mask, he looked at the young lady by his side. Her words made the corners of his mouth curl up again into a smile as he felt some forgotten butterflies set of his stomach. The idea of her having to dance with all these low placed idiots around made this ordeal even worse. "I hope that is a minimum and not a maximum" He replied, before his connection to those deep green marbels was lost. His eyes scanned the ladies around him quickly, half wondering if any one would miss him if he went to the toilet right now. Then again he was an Anderson and he had a name to hold high, and with that came giving good examples.


His feet had taken him a few steps away from Sissi, randomly ticking the first lady he sees on her shoulder. Too late he recognizes the bright red polka dot dress. So far the good name of Anderson... Still giving her a small bow as he waited for her to turn her attention from the long haired male to him. "Would you be so kind to share this snowball dance with me?" he asked with a formal tone to his voice. Not that the lady really had a choice as it was not allowed to turn down a snowball dance, since that was the whole point of snowballing. Though a charming smile played on his face, yet it didn't reach up to his grey blue eyes as he looked at the lady.


Kayleigh Reeds


She kept the soft smile glued to her face as she nodded at the other girl. "The pleasure is mine" She replied according to the formal etiquete. Her eyes drifted off over the people that were on the dancefloor. It took her awhile to notice how the conversation had come to an quick end and opened her mouth to react and continue the spoken words as a male walked up to them. Does it really hurt to say more words than just the necessary ones? Her face stayed clear of her mental judgement though as she moved up from her chair and softly took his hand. "Kayleigh van Almend" She once again lied, just before interrupted by the announcement.


Her hazel eyes moved back to the girl, the boy before her had just danced with, before they fell back on the boy. You are moving fast, phantom boy. Though she disliked it very much she knew she could not decline the dance once he would ask her to dance. It was almost ironical to be finally dancing with some one wearing a phantom of the opera mask, though it was the wrong mask and the completely wrong boy. "It is an honour to meet yet another member of the McAllister family" she commented with a friendly tone to her voice. She had never been a stranger to faking expressions and keeping her melodic voice in the same order, but she had to admit it was damn tiring.


With an alluring smile she looked back up at the male and she could see easily how many girls could fall for him, but not she. No, she would never fall as her heart was preoccupied. Though it would be fun to watch him try, if he would go for her. "So I noticed you are quite the dancer..." She complimented. She had not missed how close he had danced with the other lady, almost kissing at the end, only to be rudely interrupted by another male that seemed angry and jealous. I might look young, but I am absolutely not gullible.


Felix Visnjic


Light brown eyes watched from a distance how the people so easily seemed to mix and mingle. He had never been a fan of social events, not at all, yet he couldn't ignore the invitation as he had recieved it. He had been sure from the moment he had opened it that there had been a mistake and the moment he had set foot into the huge mansion nothing had proven him wrong on that thought. He was nothing but a nobody, a simple Literature Master student and Math tutor on the side. Unlike most that seemed to be present here, he didn't have rich parents, or better said he had no parents left at all. He had a small fortune waiting back in his home country, but he had never dared to go back there and so he had learned to live with the small profits he gained from working at the library and his tutoring. Occasionally he would even give some guests lectures to the years beneath him as he already had his master in Historical Literature and now he was focussing on the East-European Literature.


All together he was just a boring guy with nothing to share and only little social skills, and let's just not start about the dancing. A colleague and at the same time professor had found the invitation between his books and pressured him into going. He had told about how it would be like the Masquerade in all those books he had read and to be honest that was the argument that had gotten him here. However it was nothing like he had imagined from those victorian and shakesperean stories he had read. All together it was just as much as a failure as he had first though, not the event, no that was well, but just him being here. Snowball dancing? He frowned as he heard the announcer and had some small idea what it meant. His light brown eyes fell on a young woman in a very interesting dress, with a black feathered top part or so it seemed yet colouring sea green at the dress part.


Come Felix Visnjic, you can do this. He tried to encourage himself as he moved forward. His mind didn't think for a second about how his dark brown tuxedo would absolutely not match up with her dress. While her metallic mask only covered little of her face, his was safely hidden behind rough leather. He had lean it from a friend, whom was beside a book lover also a fantasy lover and often went to such conventions. Something that was still on his to do list yet he had never gotten around actually going to a Medieval Fair or something like that. His lips gave off an unsure, yet friendly smile as he approached the lady. "My lady, may i prithee hast this dance of thou?" He asked before mentally facepalming himself. Shakespearean English, really now? Way to impress the ladies... The mask now showing its most useful asset as it covered the blush that crept up his face with every passing second as he waited for the ladies answer. The red colour increasing as he realised he had no idea whom this lady was, but easing his worry with the fact that that is the charm of a masked ball. One could pretend to be anyone as your identity was hidden behind the mask you wore.

Spoiler

 

[NessieAlways]

Anya Vasilisia Vladmir


Anya couldn't help but snort in disbelief at the male's first comment. Not meant any offense yeah right. She pressed her lips tight in order to keep the water from spilling, but that only caused the water to go down her windpipe and make her choke. She coughed a little trying not to spray the water on Aertherion. She was able to regain composure quickly, but not quick enough to kill her flirty vibe. Anya just smirked a bit embarrassed and was stumbling for an apology. Thankfully the Head Butler began talking, saving her from further embarrassment. This is so not going as planned.





If she thought things were bad, they were only about to get worse. Snowball dancing? What are we going to dance with snowmans? She stared at Aertherion for some help on deciphering the words of the butler, but the look on his face made it clear that he would be no help at all. Guess it's time to stare and improvise. "So how about we-" Her comment was cut off by Aertherion's "I guess this is the que for your prince charming to come and get you, Miss Anya” Anya's eyes widened, appalled. Is he really doing what I think he's doing?


Anya felt his eyes trying to communicate with her, but she didn't get the message he was trying to convey. She understood something completely different. "Is this you way of ditching me?" Her voice was loud and demanding not really caring if she was overheard. "If you didn't want to be seen with me you shouldn't have approached me in the first place." Anya's expression had gone from whimsical and flirty to sour and angry. In that moment she really wished she had gone for to wine glass instead of the water. She kept her eyes glued on the man the entire time waiting for him to just stare and walk away just like everyone seemed to be doing.


In just that second she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. Oh I swear... Anya turned brusquely "What?!" The first thing Anya noticed was a board male body. Her eyes traced the male's body until she reached his eyes. They were in fact very appealing, a clear grey blue, but nothing Anya would fall head over heels for. The man gave a slight bow, which Anya responded to by rolling her eyes. Any other time she would have taken an opportunity like this and make the best of it, but right now she was clearly in a bad mood.


Before Anya could walk away from the two or say some nasty comment, the pretty eyed boy asked her to dance. His tone of voice wasn't belittling, but his expression told a whole different story. While there was a smile on his face Anya noticed his emotionless eyes behind his mask. Why do you people do this to yourselves? Returning the same half smile to the guy she opened her mouth to deny his invitation since Anya wasn't much of a dancer, but then an idea struck her mind. Her half smile turned sinister and mischievous in a blink of an eye. She turned back to look at Aertherion as if he was way below her standards, which obviously wasn't true, and then looked back to the guy in front of her.


She lifted her chin to project confidence and with a slight smile she nodded, "I'd love a dance." She sounded very sarcastic which might have been due to the fact that she had no idea what in the world she was getting herself into, but Anya wasn't going to let herself be stood up by some elite guy in a tux. If there was any standing up, she would be the one on the delivering end. Anya lifted her hand waiting for the guy to take it and lead her to the dance floor. Although she displayed an enormous amount of confidence, Anya was slightly hesitant on the inside not really liking the fact that she felt like a deer in headlights.