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INVENTORY
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Post by Fae Magic on Jun 5, 2020 16:25:25 GMT -5
It was a beautiful place. Simple enough but yet had such detailed structures when it came to the finer parts of the sculpting. From the staircase that came from left and right to lead you to the second floor with matching dark wooden stained railings. To the beautiful but simple creme colored curtains. The gold and brown rug that covered the floor of the top and bottom levels of the ballroom. The pillars were tall and proud as they stood out among the hues of gold and brown in a pearly white hue. The ceiling was her favorite though as she looked around the place she had rented out. Oh yes, this would do finely! It wasn't too big that she couldn't afford it; and even so, it would have been a dent in her wallet that was worth every penny. Especially since the money was going to a good cause. Primrose didn't care how much money she spent here. She'd so willingly give away everything she had to the cause of course. She was just that much of a sweetheart. Sweet but too hopeful at times to make good rational decisions. But, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to rent out the Hall for the charity ball she was hosting. As part of the charity team she knew it was her duty to do what she must. And of course, she would rather pay out of pocket for such a place than have her team she worked with at the charity fundraisers to pay for it. Now dressed in a pretty off the shoulder floor length dress that hugged her slender form and feeling like a million bucks with her diamonds in her ears and around her neck and wrist; Primrose loved to dress up like this. She had already bought her raffle tickets that she had planned for the game she had for tonight. To make it fun she figured she'd spice things up a little an give her guests some time to get to know each other by pairing them up for the night. Of course it was not some speed dating thing. She just wanted to make things more fun...and squeeze a bit more money out of people of course but it was for a good cause after all. She and her friend Mouse; who really was the genius behind the raffle idea, were all about doing the good after all. That was not to say anything about Russet or Silver. They could care less to go to this damned party but after pleading with those big blue eyes of hers Silver caved like the older brother figure he was to them and decided if he was going to suffer in a suite and dress pants so did Russet much to the older male's disgust. He didn't know if he hated dressing up more then he hated people or not. But Mouse gave him a sweet hopeful little grin and the constant nagging from Silver just made him cave; he didn't want Mouse to be disappointed as he was the one who kept a close eye out for the young woman ever since he met her. He'd agreed and bought the three of them some tickets and secretly tossed in a larger tip for Primrose's charity for her cause (as he had a soft spot for the gentle and warm hearted woman) much to her delight to have him come along. Now, just a few minutes and she could open those doors for her guests! Primrose stood by the double doors leading into the building; the light breeze in the night gave her a bit of a chill so Silver who had come out with her to help hand out the tickets and collect the money for them; gave her his suite jacket while she waited. She was a pretty sight after all in her black dress and diamonds. Strawberry blonde locks hung in soft curls along her shoulders as most were pinned up in the back with some fancy looking clips. She was the host of this lovely gathering tonight and it was her right to be so stunning. Silver knew that he was probably going to be playing body guard tonight so he dressed up so much like James Bond he was tempted to strike a pose. Mouse had opted to stay inside the building and make sure everything was set perfectly; too shy to talk to anyone she and Russet kept silent. While she fiddled with a gathering of flowers and making sure the tables were set right off to the sites with the best food Russet just leaned up against a pillar with one heel kicked up against it and his suit jacket off and sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He would look like any hot CEO boss guy if it wasn't for the look of boredom and mild annoyance on his face; even while his eyes partly hidden behind his dark curls that fell into his face shadowed them as he watched the youngest of his unusual group of friends fiddle nervously around like you think she was on a first date or something. Young and pretty with thick dark hair and chocolaty brown eyes Mouse was the perfect shy nerd next door even without the nerdy glasses. She nervously looked down at her silver gown with it's unique flowers decorating it she wore wondering if it was too much of a historical themed outfit as she smoothed her white gloves hands down the silky fabric of her skirt.
"Don't worry about it Mouse. You look great." Russet muttered from across the room making the younger woman blush and tuck her hair behind her ear with a grateful but shy smile towards the tall male.
"Thank you Russet...I hope this night goes well. I know Primrose put so much effort into it..." she murmured looking over at the closed doors.
"It'll be fine I'm sure. Everything Primrose does is always going to turn out great. Girl's got that magical touch." Russet shrugged before stretching his arms and pushed off his pillar and headed for the desert table where snagged a chocolate covered strawberry and bit into it.
"Hey! Don't start eating yet Primrose said to wait till the party!" Mouse protested across the room with her hands on her hips.
"Oh bite me small fry." Russet waved her off just as the doors began opening to allow the first of the evening's guests to arrive. "And the torture begins." he muttered as he popped the strawberry into his mouth.
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"Hello? Ah, thank you for your attention! My name is Primrose! I'm the head of this Ball tonight. It's my greatest pleasure to welcome you tonight! And thanks so much for all of you to be here; your money you so willing gave is going to a great cause! My charity group is working for a lot of fundraisers to raise as much money as we can to help out so many charities like our own here tonight. From donating food and school supplies for the children who don't have all that at their school, feeding the hungry and providing needed hygienic supplies for the homeless, giving money and your time to the hospitals who help those in need of medical care like the cancer center. Every little bit helps any and all fundraisers and charities out there and I thank you from the bottom of my heart that you guys were so willing to come here and give us your time and help raise money for the homeless and orphaned kids that my charity is trying to help out. So give yourself a hand because you are simply amazing!" Primrose's voice spoke over the speakers from where she stood on the stairs under a spot light.
"That being said! Let me introduce you to Mouse! She's one of my best friends who has been helping me plan this and it was her idea and I give her all the credit for this newest part that she's about to tell you guys! Come on up here hun! Don't mind her she's a bit shy!" Primrose smiled sweetly and handed the mike to the young dark haired woman off to the side.
Mouse hesitantly took up the mike and stepped in place beside her friend and looked out at the crowd. God it was so hard standing in front of these strangers and having to speak to them but it was for Primrose so she would do it! Clearing her throat she gave a shy wave and then quickly looked down at the paper she held.
"As you have just heard my name's Mouse. I help with the fundraisers around here. To help make more money for the charity and to have fun while doing so I came up with a game for us tonight. When you guys signed up online for this charity ball you were required to buy a raffle ticket. Now, some of you may think you're about to get some sort of prize but I'm sorry to tell you that that's not the case. To help break the ice and get to know each other I created a match making game. It's sort of like speed dating just without the dating part. It's to make friends and to maybe get some more influence and spread the word about our cause. Anyways...each of you bought yourselves a ticket with a number on it and where given the ticket upon your entry. That being said, in a little while once everyone has arrived I will be back up here to start the game. Pretty much calling out each number that we have in this bag here; each number you've received was picked at random and written down on a piece of paper as a pair which I'll call out in a little while. Primrose, myself, and the two gentlemen you saw with us tonight are also assigned numbers as we have bought some tickets for tonight." Mouse spoke glancing up a few times as she spoke to make sure everyone was listening.
"This is all for us to have fun, make new connections, spread the love and hopefully make some kids happy tonight! Thank you guys and enjoy some food and drink! We got some music playing over there and you can make some music suggestions if you want! This maybe a ball but we still want to have fun music to dance to! Kay...that's it!" she shoved the mike back at Primrose and skuttled off to hide in the shadows beside Russet.
"You heard her! Go on and enjoy yourselves! The raffle will be announced in 20 minutes!" Primrose spoke up and waved with a friendly smile before clicking the mike off and headed down the steps to mingle with everyone.
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He nudged her and tipped his chin down to his watch he had wrapped around his watch before looking towards Primrose giving her an eyebrow raise as if asking if it was time to start the raffle. Blue eyes met warm green and before the pretty strawberry blonde woman nodded in agreement before grabbing the mike from the stand off to the side and slipped her way around the front of the crowd of guests towards her friends were they were waiting as a group off to the side of the floor. A bright smile on her face Primrose held out the mike to Mouse but she was already backing away and shaking her head. The gathering people was starting to intimidate her and make her a bit too scared to get back on that stage. Rolling his eyes it was Russet who snatched the mike from the hostess's hand and the bucket that she held with her that contained the ticket numbers for the raffle. He of all people didn't want to go up there but Primrose insisted that they all pitch in one way or another and Mouse was getting cold feet; he didn't have the heart to watch her nearly have a heart attack up there so before he lost the will that he cared he marched up to the stair platform and tapped the mike a few times to make sure it was on. He didn't look at all put together when it came to the ball. Shoulder length black hair falling in his face, dress shirt unbuttoned at the tom and sleeves rolled up. If it was allowed he would most likely have already been smoking a cigarette that would have been hanging at the corner of his lips if Primrose hadn't snatched his box of them away from him. He resembled so much like a worn and tired detective; minus the stubble that was on his chin. After gaining the attention of the crowd he gave an audible sigh that clearly showed he wasn't too pleased to be standing up here but he began speaking as well. Not even going off of a reading card that Primrose had tried handing to him right before he march onto the stairway platform.
"Hello and greetings guests of this charity ball." his voice came off as a bit sarcastic before there was a throat clearing off to the side and a glare shot his way from his pretty little friend making him grunt and turn back to the guests while clearing his throat.
"Lets try that again, or else my ass is about to get beat. I'm Russet, I'm part of the team that helped set this charity ball together tonight. I'm not one for many words so lets get down to it. Mouse is a bit too freaked out to come back up here and do her part in revealing the raffler pairings for tonight's ball."
He routed in the bucket a minute before drawing out a piece of paper and unfolding it. "First pairing of the night is..."
Once all the pairings were made and every name called out he took a breath and set the bucket down. Grumbling off to the side under his breath about the fact he was being paired up with some random strangers. God help him if he doesn't drink all of the alcohol there was tonight by the end of the night was over. But he promised Primrose he'd be a good boy...this once at least. He's instructed those who where paired up with him, Primrose, Mouse, and Silver to meet them at the staircase on either end. Everyone else had their name tags on and hopefully would have no problem with remembering the names of who they were paired up with. His job done the large male crossed his arms and leaned his weight against the staircase looking down from where he stood perched on the stairs at the milling people. Silver the dutiful man that he was stood with arms cross behind him looking around interested to see who his mystery girl was paired up with.
Primrose not wanting to be included in whatever meeting the boys were having with their partners grabbed Mouse's hand and went to the other side of the staircase and looked around eagerly while her younger friend hid partly behind her too afraid to see whomever stepped up to meet them. Oh why had she agreed to this? She wasn't social at all. And having a look at the crowd she knew that some of these people didn't look too keen on being here and others just sort of looked tough or mean. She'd seen a few her age around but she doubted with how random the choosings were she'd be picked with someone her own age. She hoped everything went well.
Note: Enter characters here! Make sure to tag whomever you're rping with the particular character Fawn Ginger Ghost the Undead Goddess Amber Phoenix ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Abyss Katara
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INVENTORY
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Post by Abyss on Jun 10, 2020 18:02:47 GMT -5
Whitehawk & Silent Partners: Gray/Ghost the Undead Goddess (White)& Roach/Fawn (Silent)
“Here. Let me fix that for you.”
Large hands of a mixture of white and tan pulled from the pockets of a light gray suit, reaching up to gently grab the dark blue bowtie of the young man in front of him. Fidgeting and centering the bow, he took a step back, examining the youngster.
Slightly ruffled short auburn hair, pushed gently to the right of his face, deep blue eyes, an equally dark blue suit with a white undershirt, dark blue bowtie, black shoes, and the most gentlemanly yet adorable smile. A kind smile crossed the man’s face. Silent, as he was nicknamed for good reason, was a handsome young man who he was sure could catch the eye of any young lady.
He remembered when Silent’s father, or perhaps guardian would be a better word, had called him. Russet had always been a very friendly guy, an old business partner of his that he talked to relatively often. He admired the man for taking in Silent all those years ago, though he never did ask the circumstances. Russet had called Whitehawk, requesting for him to take the young red-head to the ball, not only to get him out to meet more people, but also to keep an eye on his daughter, his biological daughter, who he knew was also going. Rose, he believed she was named. It would be difficult to do so when he had never actually met her before, but surely Silent would recognize her.
He turned, facing the building directly in front of him. Standing off to the side, not quite at the main doors, he glanced into one of the windows, not at the interior, but at his reflection on the glass surface.
Silver-gray hair, shorter at the sides and longer on top, parted to one side, adorned his head, gently-squared jaw-line freshly shaved minus a just barely visible mustache. His own suit, light gray in color with a white undershirt and a darker gray bowtie, was as straight as he felt he could make it. Lastly, he locked eyes with his reflection, or locked eye rather. His own green and yellow-tinted eye, topped with darker eyebrows, held a natural narrowness to it. As for his other eye, while others may not have been comfortable with showing a missing eye, he did not. At this point, he had grown accustomed to his eyelids always being closed, though it was unknown to anyone but himself whether there was really anything for them to close over underneath. He didn’t intend for anyone to find out, either.
Pushing away these thoughts, he turned to glance at the many other guests who were slowly making their way towards the main doors.
Seeing the same thing out of the corner of his eye, Silent turned, scanning through the herd of people to see if he could spot Rose. Unfortunately, he was unsure of what she was wearing, so he was unsure of really what to look for.
“Come on, let’s join everyone.” Attention redirected, the quiet red-head turned to peer at Whitehawk, nodding gently.
Together, the two walked forward and joined the crowd, filtering into the large building and examining the room. It was just the sort of room one could picture for an event such as this one: grand, bright, and almost unnaturally shiny. Though, this was the kind of place that those with lots of money made and rented out, which said a good bit about the host of this ball.
Speaking of whom, it wasn’t long before said host, or hostess rather, appeared at the top of the double staircase, a spotlight directed at her and a microphone in hand. The beginning was a typical speech, thanking everyone for coming and donating to the cause that the ball was for. But the next part caught both men off guard. The young lady who joined the now named Primrose atop the steps spoke of the raffle tickets. As to be expected, both Whitehawk and Silent had believed they had been for prizes of some sort, just as she had said. But they found that both of them were wrong.
“A raffle to pair random people together?” Whitehawk placed a hand upon his chin, slightly tilting his head. He was unsure of what to think of this, and based on his own confused expression, Silent was either. Even though it would be awfully convenient for either of them to be partnered with the still unseen Rose, they still wondered what it would be like to meet some of the others who had chosen to attend.
A little while later, as a man by the name of Russet, how ironic, took center stage, they found the pairings of the raffle being listed off. As each name was called, they both waited for their own, standing at attention when their names were called. Whitehawk’s name had been called along with someone simply by the name of Gray, while Silent had been called with quite an unfortunate name, Roach. Who would name, or perhaps nickname, someone after a bug? No matter.
Both men, silver and auburn in hair, stood near the edge of the main floor, awaiting to spot those with the nametags accompanied with the names that were called as their partners.
Cricket Partner: Oriole/Amber
Hazel eyes looked quickly back and forth between the clock overhead and the crowd of people slowly exiting a range of different cars. A single foot, covered by a small slip-on black shoe, tapped both impatiently and nervously.
“Where is she~?” Glancing at the faces of those that approached the building, she couldn’t seem to find who it was she was looking for anywhere. There was absolutely no way she had bailed last minute. She would never let her friend do that to her, especially since it had been said friend that forced her into this event in the first place.
She looked to the tall man next to her, facial expression openly nervous and pale arms crossed, small hands holding either arm.
“Buck, you don’t think Bramble isn’t going to show up, right? This is the sort of thing she would come to, ” she said, voice worried, though containing the slightest bit of annoyance. If Bramble didn’t actually show up to this, she was never going to hear the last of it. Cricket would never let her live it down. Then again, Bramble never listened to Cricket’s lectures or taunts, considering how innocent the person who spoke them was.
Glancing at herself in one of the building windows, she felt her face burn slightly. Not only had Bramble been the one who forced her into this, but she had also been the one to pick out this dress. Pure black in color to match her long, nearly-mid-back-length hair, it was an off-the-shoulder dress, her neck and shoulders both open to the cool air that blew passed. Reaching down almost to her knees but not quite, she was surprised to find that she wasn’t cold. Though, more than likely this was due to the fact that she was a night-owl, often staying up during the night when it was cold anyway.
She began to mess with her hair anxiously, placed in a mid-hair ponytail and currently draped over one shoulder. What would she do if Bramble didn’t show up? Maybe she could just spend the course of the ball with Buck. Yeah, that’s what she would do.
Receiving a nudge, she let out a sigh, walking nervously into the building along with the rest of the crowd.
The speech from the hostess had been relatively quick, but this led into yet another speech that threw away her plan.
Her hazel eyes grew wide in concern. Partners with a random stranger? What was the likelihood that, out of all of these people, she would get paired with Buck, or even Bramble if she was there? Her feet fidgeted beneath her as time seemed to move far quicker than she desired, partners being called not too long later. As she predicted, the name that was called along with her’s was not Buck or Bramble. The name of her partner was Oriole, which, if she remembered right, was the name of a bird. She wasn’t sure who this person was, or what they looked like, or anything. So, while Buck went off to either find or wait for his own partner, she remained where she was, glancing around to see if anyone would come towards her with a nametag that said Oriole.
Fox Partner: Robin/♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
The clicking of heals echoed across the concrete parking lot, a shadowy figure making their way through the darkness. Vibrant orange eyes narrowed at the brightness of the large building ahead, noting the many others who appeared to have the same destination. How unfortunate. Though, rich people always wished to flaunt their wealth, hence the extra fancy rental building and the requirement to be in complete formal attire. No wonder there were as many people as there were.
She hated it. She hated dressing up. She hated super fancy places like this. She hated being around rich people who felt it was their right to show off how much money they have, giving the excuse of “the event is for charity”. Yeah, sure.
As the tall femme emerged into the light that radiated from the windows and doors of the building, any who dared glance in her direction were met with a fiery glare. Though, no one could be blamed for staring.
Bright orange-red hair, chest-length and gently curled to one side, fell over light copper-skinned shoulders. Fiery orange eyes narrowed as a natural expression were adorned with red eyeshadow and pointed black eyeliner, equally red lips beneath a narrow-bridged nose. A dark scar, hand-length in size, ran from above her right eye and stretched down to below the left. A blood red velvet dress, skin tight from the bust to the hips but more open with a thigh-length slit further down, reached nearly to the floor, hovering only an inch above. With quite a deep and soft-pointed v-neck and upper spaghetti straps, leaving nearly half of her chest revealed on either side, it would hardly be a surprise if the vixen who approached the ball received stares.
Her typical attire was nowhere nearly as fancy as this, for one never always had to appear as an attention-seeker when attending a bar. Especially when that bar was your’s. Perhaps, if the opportunity presented itself, she would get the chance to throw an attendee or two of the ball out of the building just as she did at her establishment. If only to see the looks of surprise when a woman such as herself had the capabilities to physically lift or drag practically anyone she pleased, should they cause trouble. The thought brought the smallest of smirks to her features.
As she entered the ballroom along with the rest of the formally-dressed men and women, she found herself practically disgusted. This place was far too bright for her liking. Way too much gold and white, and a ridiculously excessive amount of shine. Oh how the rich loved accenting everything they did in gold.
Upon the hostess of the ball making an appearance and beginning her speech, irritated eyes locked on to the strawberry-blonde who stood above them, looking down as though everything was her’s. Despicable. Throughout the entire despairingly meaningful speech of charity and the less fortunate, Fox couldn’t help but feel this very touching announcement was merely to hide something else, something none of them knew.
And sure enough, she was correct. Upon the microphone being handed to another younger lady, she found that her ‘this is bullshit’ senses were tingling. They only worsened when the purpose of the raffle tickets was revealed. A fire lit beneath the vixen’s chest, anger flaring within her. Somehow she had a feeling that those damned tickets weren’t meant for any mere door-prize. If she had known this was what they were for, it would have only confirmed her detest of coming to the event in the first place. More than she already had before. Had it not been for a pair of unfortunate business partners throwing her in to such an event against her desires, she wouldn’t have come at all. But it was too late now.
Though, she could always just leave. She had every right to. She had no time for such a pointless ball. Much to her dismay, by the time she finally made it even half way through the crowd, a new voice sounded over the speakers. With a low growl rumbling in her throat, she turned just barely enough, seeing a somewhat curly haired man in a light suit steal the show, beginning to announce the mentioned “partners” of the raffle. She was only just passed half way through when she found her name called, named off along with the name of Robin. It was too bad this Robin would be by themselves here shortly.
Red heals stopped when she found herself faced with a younger girl, the nametag marked with the name Robin. Of course she had to run face-first into her apparent partner for the night. With clear irritation plastered across her face, she glared down at the girl, long arms crossed.
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jun 11, 2020 23:22:03 GMT -5
{Buckfur W/ Blue Suit} {Graywolf} {Graywolf Dress} "Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Deep green pools shifted to gaze at the slender woman next to him while the pair made their way up the sidewalk and towards the front doors. It was a Charity thing, some sort of Ball if you would, where everyone who was attending was basically dancing for a good cause. Being that the large male worked with children on a normal bases, he was pretty quick to sign up, eager to help those who were more than likely less fortunate than him. Luckily, he wasn't going to be going alone as his younger, half sister was with him, not to mention one of his childhood friends.Though... her choice in ball gowns was... different to say the least.She was a wild child, free of rules and worries that ever came that way. She had always been that way, but it didn't help that she was protected through her grandfather's rather dangerous business trade. She basically got to do what she wanted, when she wanted and no-one dared to lay a finger on her. Though through years of knowing the spitfire next to him, the large male was well aware of the fact that she could take care of herself as well as easily take down someone near his own size and build if she felt like it."If I wanted to wear more clothes then I would have." Her tone was basically a dismissal of his pestering when it came to her outfit. Though, despite not wearing those long, elegant princess style dresses, the blonde looked damn good in the tight little number that clung to her rather curvy form. Sure, she enjoyed dressing up but she liked her shoulders and ankles to show no matter what she wore as her long, pale legs drew as much attention as she desired with each passing step. Her hips sashed with each movement and long, straight blonde hair with streaks of pink brushed her bare shoulders as it fell from a high, yet elegant ponytail."I came to party, and I came to be seen." Her voice was practically a purr, a siren in every sense of the word as the little vixen shook her hips with a purpose. She had on rather short black dress that practically clung to every curve upon her body, with a deep v neckline and a backless look. It stopped just in the right spot of her thighs, cupping her backside nicely as her front was clearly on display. There was the telltale sign of clicking as the black stilettos she wore clacked against the pavement, and soon onto the marbled floor once she flicked her cigarette off into the distance.Pink lips flickered into an all too familiar smirk as she turned her emerald gaze over to where her companion stood, adjusting his jacket over the massive shoulders he bore. Such a muscular man, but so gentle for the giant stature he held. How he didn't have girls just tripping over themselves to run into his arms was a bizarre occurrence to her. Maybe he was just too nice. Of course, she herself had no interest in him as they had grown up together and he was practically like a brother. Didn't stop her from occasionally flirting, though in all honesty it was like flirting was a large personality trait of hers.Hell, she'd flirt with a tree if it gave her enough attention."Buck, quit fidgeting, you look fine." Gray sighed after a moment, rolling her eyes as her pursed her plump lips for a moment while reaching over to fix the color of his rather dapper blue jacket."I don't normally dress up, I feel like a sore thumb." Buck chuckled, moving to push his thick brown hair from his face as it fell in faint waves down to his shoulders. He even remembered to brush his goatee so it wasn't so scraggly and unkempt, though if he was being honest it was Gray who had called him to remind him to fix his facial hair. In her words, she wasn't going to go with a 'ragamuffin', whatever that was suppose to mean."You look fine." Gray repeated, lightly slapping his hand away when the big male once again reached up to mess with his shirt. "Quit touching yourself, you big goofball." Her light tease brought a smile to the face of the tanned male, and without arguing he quickly stuffed his large hands into his pockets to keep them occupied since he wasn't entirely sure what to do with them. "Are you hoping Nettle will be here?" The pale skinned female next to him asked as they walked through the threshold of the banquet, the sound of chatting and laughter echoing within the room filled with different people in a variety of fancy, to the floor gowns that she had decided to forego.
A blush quickly tried to tint the darker cheeks of the tall male before he cleared his throat to shrug off the tease Gray happily threw his way without remorse. "I would like to see her." He said as nonchalantly as he could, trying not to seem too eager at the hope his crush and fellow teacher was wandering around within the building. His deep green pools didn't miss the flash of mischief that flitted across the face of his blonde companion, though it quickly slipped from her face like the pro troublemaker she was. "You aren't going to start anything... are you?" He continued with a suspicious feeling rising within his broad chest as they both reached out to grab a raffle ticket upon entry. The smirk upon Gray's face only widened on those plump lips as she placed a hand upon one of her hips with only the type of attitude the blonde vixen could exude. "Who, me? Cause trouble? Don't be silly Buck." Her voice was feinting innocence as if she had no idea what Buck was even talking about. Of course, the flask hidden away somewhere in that dress of hers said differently, not to mention the oh-so familiar twinkle within her eyes. Telling Gray to stay out of trouble was like telling bees to stop making honey. An impossible notion to say the least. Before too long, Buck's younger sister had wandered back to them after disappearing upon arrival. Presumably to find her friend, Bramble. The two young girls were close though how close was a mystery and a secret still yet to unfold, though that didn't stop Gray from pestering either one with curious questions and mischievous eyes. "Worried about your girlfriend?" Gray chuckled slightly, plump lips pulled into that ever familiar smirk despite the look Buck sent her. He was ever protective of the small, quiet girl who only happened to be halfway related to him. "Oh, relax Buck." The blonde shrugged off whatever might have been coming from the large male as she placed a hand upon a slender hip. "Besides Cricket, i'm sure Bramble is here. She was asking me questions about what to do with her hair earlier. There is no way she'd ditch an event like this." Ever similar to Gray, young Bramble had been known for a similar wild temperament and the delight of causing chaos and having fun. It was why the older blonde and the rambunctious brunette got along so well. "Just ignore her." Buck whispered quietly with a smile, giving his sister a small nudge of affection as he missed the rolling of green pools from Gray next to him. The crackle of the microphone and the sound of voices over the speakers caused any commotion within the fancy ballroom to quiet down as rules and instructions were explained for the night. It was an interesting idea, especially when it came to the blonde vixen standing in the tiny black dress compared to all the other rather princess-esc females standing proudly within their poofy gowns of bright pinks and blues. To throw her to the wolves, to throw her to some poor, unsuspecting soul. Apparently this night was going to be more fun than she had originally thought it was going to be. Too bad for big Buck though, even if Nettle was wandering around through the throngs of people, it was probably unlikely that they'd get mushed together in this whole raffle event. Like mice, everyone seemed to scatter when everything was said and done, this Primrose woman who had set everything up with the help of her buddies, were deciding from the stage as the music started to play. Years of dancing instructions flooding through her head as she knew just about every routine. Just because she grew up within the grips of the Mafia didn't mean that her father and grandfather skimped out on deserved life lessons. A woman should always know how to move her feet and sway her body when it came to the rhythm of music. It was known as the love language after all. "Looks like I have someone named Ivy, quite the pretty name." Buck chuckled softly in that deep tone of his, despite the fact that it wasn't who his eyes had been looking for, it looked like he was still excited at the prospect of dancing the night away. Besides, who said he wasn't allowed to make friends with this 'Ivy' darling, he'd have to remind himself to bow and complement her. Though it wasn't like that was a difficult task for him, such a gentleman he was, it almost drove Gray insane with his dapper antics that set him apart from the rather intense and troublesome men she found delightful. "Mmm." Gray said with a smirk still plastered on her face as she watched Buck fidget with his raffle card, "Well go on and find your 'darling' Ivy." She teased, giving a proper spin to her tone of voice for effect before she flicked away a strand of hair from her pale face. With that, the slender female made her way through the crowds of people, practically eating the attention tossed her way whether good or bad, she absolutely loved when all eyes were on her. Trained pool of fiery green flickered over nametags before she finally spotted two males hovering over by themselves. Her plump lips tugged a bit more as she narrowed in on her prey of the evening. "Whitehawk? Such a strong name." Gray's tone practically purred within her throat as her heels clicked against the floor while she made her way up to the white haired male with the obvious feature of missing an eye. There was more than likely a story behind such a thing, but she wasn't one to push or prod. Gods knew she had several scars that were better left to the imagination rather than conversation at such an event as a charity ball. "It seems your my dancing partner this eventing." With little to no shame, Gray sauntered up to the male and almost came close enough for their chests to touch. She was not the normal, run of the mill female, anything about her could point that out, from the pink streaks in her hair to the twinkle within her gaze to her rather tiny dress she opted to wear. Whitehawk was certainly in for an interesting night. "The name is Gray." She purred, winking one of those emerald pools at him before turning to head towards the dancefloor, her ponytail of blonde whipping around behind her. "Come on handsome, let's see how well you can lead."
Buckfur and Ivyflare (Katara ) Graywolf and Whitehawk (Abyss )
{Minktoes} {Minktoes Dress} Wide blue pools gazed up and around and all over the place as the brown haired female made her way through the large and rather beautiful decorated ballroom. Though it was exotic and awe inspiring, she felt somewhat out of place within the walls of a building rather than being out and about within the world of trees and nature. How wonderful would it have been if the charity had taken place in the meadow or a forest surrounded by the wilderness. That sounded like her kind of ball. She was, however, dressed rather eloquently for this sort of thing. The pretty blue dress she wore was simple but divine as it fell comfortably around her curvy form, the pale blue color bringing out the sapphire of her eyes and the tan of her smooth skin. Though it was somewhat low in the front, it wasn't too revealing and even the slit in the front only ran up to just above her knee as the silky fabric trailed behind her. It was backless as it hooked around her neck, with her dark brown hair falling in curls around her shoulders and brushed to the side. She's probably look picture perfect... if it wasn't for the fact that she had either lost or forgotten about her shoes as her bare feet drumed quietly across the floor whereas others heels clicked and clacked in every direction around her. Not that it bothered her, she was a gypsy child and hardly ever had shoes on as she preferred the feeling of the world beneath her rather than feeling suffocated within the confines of leather and soles. Mink's pretty blue eyes moved about, eyeing the railings and pillars that were built around the room, tilting her head ever so slightly as a curious thought entered her head. "Hey Bracken, you think it'd be easy to climb one of those?" Her voice was a soft rasp as the question fell from her plump lips painted ever so slightly in a bronze-pink color that fit well with her skin tone and color of dress. Silence met her question which caused the young brunette to spin around slightly, looking for the companion she had come to the event with, though it seemed like she had lost him. Or rather, she had wandered away as she did so often as her attention span was often captured with ease. Bracken was one of her best friends, all the way from the time they had been but little children racing around in diapers. They often did things together, though as friends rather than a romantic sense of the thought. He was a handsome lad, and a flirtatious one at that, so there was no doubt within Mink's mind that he had probably wandered off on his own to go find some pretty women who happened to be at this party. Or maybe he snuck off to spike the drinks, he liked to cause mischief just as much as the next person, even she sometimes enjoyed causing a ruckus with him. Oh well!Without worrying about much, Mink wandered around the room while looking at everyone in their fancy outfits. It seemed like a lot of people knew each other, and even she noticed a few she recognised despite not normally dolled up in lavashing dresses or collared shirts. She gave warm smiles towards some she knew, others she slipped around so as not to invoke their rather, like a particular fiery redhead who was known for having a temper as crimson as her hair and ironically enough the dress she wore. Though she had to admit, Fox looked rather pretty in her outfit. Being the type she was, to space out when she focused on anything that captured her attention for periods at a time, Mink found herself staring up at a beautiful painting upon a wall and completely missed Primrose's call for raffles and partners to join together. It wasn't until the music started did she pull her pretty blue pools away from the collage of colors and art did she realize what was going on. "Oh!" She said softly, suddenly fascinated with the swirl of dressed and timely dancing from pairs getting together based on what their raffle tickets said. At the sound of a rather soothing tone of voice, Mink turned her head to be greeted by a handsome, older man with a kind face and wise eyes. He somewhat reminded the brunette of Bracken's father, which happened to be a comforting thought despite the fact that Mink was one of those who hardly ever met a stranger. Everyone was a friend to her, or at least a friend that she had yet to meet. As she registered his statement, her blue gaze shifted to look down her dress at her bare feet, toes wiggling slightly as she giggled. "I always seem to lose them." She rasped before returning her sights to his face as a smile wrapped it's way around her plump lips. "I hope you don't mind dancing with the shoeless girl tonight." Mink said even though she could hardly care what anyone thought about her or her bare feet, though should her mother find out she once again was without the protection of shoes she'd have a earful once she got home later. She couldn't help it though, it was so much better to go without, someday everyone else would understand it too. "It's nice to meet you by the way! I'm Mink, though I suppose you already knew that since you found me." She giggled softly, a twinkle within her eyes as she spoke freely with that soft rasp of hers. "And you are Ember, right? I love the name." She said, eyeing both her ticket and his name tag that said the same thing. She was curious if he was named for the soft flames within his gaze or the color of his rather gingery hair. Not that it really mattered, but the curiosity was there. "Oh, I suppose we should join the others?" Reaching out, the younger female softly wrapped her arms around his forearm as she lightly pulled him towards the dance floor, her brunette curls bounced against her collarbone as her dress floated behind her like a pale blue wave. "I told Bracken, uh you don't know him but he's my best friend, but I told him it would have been fun to have a ball in the forest." She rambled as she led him towards where everyone else was twirling and swirling about like a scene within a movie or something of a similar fashion. Minktoes and Emberlight (Ginger )
{Rosepaw} {Rosepaw Dress} She was beyond excited.
This was just the sort of thing that the young girl dreamed about on a daily basis. A ball in a a banquet room with people dressed head to toe in beautiful outfits and dresses. It was almost like a scene from the movies she loved to sit and watch growing up, and it was just the thing that she needed. Dressing up had always been one of the red headed female's favorite things to do, even when she had been a wee child dancing on the shoes of her father as he spun her around to her favorite songs as they laughed and had fun.
Being the only daughter, she tended to get spoiled by such things. She was a princess, in mind and body so there no doubt in her mind that she would attend the charity event as such. Her auburn hair fell in beautiful waves of kinks around her shoulders and face, bringing out the warm tints of her skin tone. Her dress fell to the floor and even dragged behind her as she moved, it was a beautiful number in such the prettiest pink that she was just destined to be the center of attention at the ball. Ever on cue to her name, Rose was very elegant looking in her rose sculpted dress as it flowed about her like a train. She even had a small, gold tiara perched upon her crown within the red of her hair.
Rose could hardly stop the smile that warmed the darker features of her face, plump pink lips sparkling from the gloss she had applied only moments before gliding into the large room. Taking a deep breath, it was almost like the young woman could practically smell the upcoming dance, wanting nothing more than to be twirled around for hours until her feet hurt so bad she think they'd fall off.
Though, despite the glee she felt rising within her chest, Rose couldn't help the quiver of anxiety at the fact that her father wasn't there by her side. He wasn't there to accompany her as she held onto his strong arm while they walked through the throng of people, or to give her the first dance of the night like any proud father would. It was her first event without him, and the thought of not having her dad was a little daunting... but she could do this. She was a big girl after all, and the ball was practically calling out to her.
She was the princess of the hour.
Teal pools twinkled as Rose slipped in and out of people while they moved about and talked. Of course, she would pause and graciously accept any comments or flattering remarks that were blown her way like the breeze. She was actually on the lookout for a young boy around her age, if not a bit older. She had known him for sometime, a quiet ginger boy who had the prettiest blue eyes by the name of Silent. Rose had promised her father she would find him and stay with him during the remainder of the evening once daddy dearest had dropped her off at the front door. It was sad that Russet had to work for the evening, instead of enjoying the wonders of the charity event.
A gasp of delight parted Rose's lips as she finally spotted Silent, lifting her dress like she had seen in the movies, the red haired beauty quickly moved forwards on her small heels with delicate precision. "I found you!" She giggled softly as she came up behind him to wrap her arms around one of his in a familiar fashion. She had come to rather like the quiet boy over their years of knowing each other, and though she had few she considered him one of her best friends. Rose had been over the moon that he had decided to go to the charity ball as well, meaning she wouldn't be as alone as she thought she would.
"Oh, excuse me. I'm Rose." She said, pulling away from Silent to curtsy towards the older male with white hair and the dashing feature of one eye. Though it caught her attention, she knew better than to say anything for it would be extremely rude of her to do so. Not to mention if Russet ever found out, she'd surely be in trouble and that thought almost brought tears to her pretty teal pools. "You must be Whitehawk, father told me about you." She gave a warm smile, respectful of the man her father had told her about as the two of them seemingly worked together. "It's very nice to meet you."
Turning her attention back towards Silent, the young girl continued to talk to him as she always did. And just as always, he was quiet and listened with that soft expression upon his face. "How exciting is this? I've always wanted to go to a ball, like the princesses in the movies." She giggled, motioning to the tiara placed perfectly within her red locks. "It is going to be interesting since it's a random raffle, there is no telling who we might meet tonight."
"Oh my gosh!" She squeaked suddenly, placing her hands upon her cheeks with excitement. "What if I meet my Prince Charming! How amazing would that be!" There was dreamy look that passed through those teal orbs of hers, ever the romantic Rose was. Any guy that ever gave her attention was suddenly her crush until the next one came along that complimented her. It wasn't like she could help it, she just adored the lifestyle of romance and the dream of find a prince to her princess-esc nature. A dream she'd had since she was a very small child toddling around in her play dresses.
The warm skinned female jumped slightly, not prepared for the voice to break over the speakers to announce the start of the whole raffling, dancing event of the night. A giddy feeling rose within the young girl's chest, almost bursting with excitement at the prospect of dancing the night away. It was like she had been planted into one of her favorite princess movies, and with her beaming attitude there was no doubt she would have fun no matter what happened. "How cool would it have been if we got paired together Silent." She cheekily grinned before looking around to find the name she had been given, a male (or so she assumed) by the name of Dark.
She couldn't help the curiosity rising within her chest at the prospect of her dancing partner, not to mention her feet were practically aching to start dancing. The idea of being twirled and dipped, her cheeks were growing warm with anticipation, she almost missed the rather risque woman who walked up to Whitehawk with a sense of intimidation wafting around her. Her boldness was admirable, but Rose couldn't help but turn her nose up at the lack of dress she wore. It was a ball, meant to be attended by those dressed as royalty and this blonde was wearing a rather... skimpy black dress. Something Russet would kill Rose over if she even thought about looking at a dress like that.
"Oh my... that's a very interesting woman." Rose whispered softly to Silent, almost forgetting that she was on the lookout for Dark.
Rosepaw and Lights Blazing in Dark (Amber )
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Post by Ginger on Jun 12, 2020 11:33:40 GMT -5
Ember {Spoiler} There truly could be no party without Ember. At least, no party with food without Ember. And by God, this was a party.
Ember had flown in two days ago from his home in New York. Along with him, he had brought along his staff and a wide variety of spices, meats, teas, etc. It was truly an honor for his restaurant to have been the one selected to cater big charity ball this year. Ember had even asked the owner from the formalwear shop to help him find a tuxedo for this, to which she gave him a yellow one for free “as long as you give me tea for a year.” Kindness existed everywhere.
The seasoned old man couldn’t imagine that his life was nothing like this not even ten years ago. In Ember’s earlier days, he had lived someone else’s life. His father and mother pushed him into becoming a financial consultant, and boy was Ember good at it. His family had never been so proud of him.
But being a top-notch financial consultant couldn’t guarantee Ember’s happiness. His parents passed away, one right after the other, once he reached his mid-forties. Both left the world just as miserably as they lived in it. Ember couldn’t have that for himself.
Ember made a commitment to his happiness and quit his job, much to the surprise of old family friends. He used what little money he had saved to open a food truck that focused on tea and soul food. It wasn’t before long that the food truck evolved into a full-blown restaurant that attracted people of all sorts. Ember only had one rule in his restaurant: treat everyone with respect. People would come to his restaurant looking for good food and leave being amazed by the customer service and homeliness of it.
And now here he was, serving tea spiked with all manners of concoctions. Ember technically was just here to oversee his staff as they served the food they had all worked so tirelessly to prepare. But he couldn’t help himself, Ember was a man of the people.
As he carried around a platter with different shots -- Black tea with rum, green tea with whiskey, jasmine tea by itself (because it was too perfect to add anything) – Ember caught a familiar pair of beautiful eyes in the distance.
Is that really her?
Ember felt his throat tighten as regret flooded his senses. When Ember had been working as a financial consultant, there was one part of his job that didn’t make him completely miserable: Honey. Every single day, Ember would bring Honey a cup of homemade tea to have her test it. Truly, he only did it to talk to her, but he valued her opinion as well. She would always laugh at his corny jokes and never seemed to get sick of him saying “I needed Honey with my tea.”
But he threw his chance for a relationship with her out of the window when he decided to quit working in that business. All he had done was leave her a cup of tea with a heartfelt note. He thought it would be sweet, but all it did was cloud his days with regret.
Now, tonight, Ember had a chance to make amends.
He began to walk towards her, speeding up the closer he got, until he heard that the raffle for dates was starting. Oh dear. He had completely forgotten.
Ember took his folded-up raffle ticket from out of his pocket and prayed whatever deity was out there that he would be put with Honey.
Of course he wasn’t.
Instead, he was put with a much younger woman. Beautiful, but younger. Her cascading brown hair flowed down her back, contrasting brilliantly with her blue dress. She was a sight to behold.
Nothing compared to Honey’s eyes. But Ember wouldn’t dare make his date feel unwanted, so he put down his platter of teas and grabbed two: one for Ember and one for the lovely lady in the blue. Putting on a genuine smile, Ember made his way over to Mink, but not before looking over his shoulder to see Honey with her date.
We will see each other tonight.
“Mink, I presume,” he said, a bright smile warming his entire face. He offered her a cup of tea, his eyes traveling down to her feet, which were bare for some odd reason. “Death is an illusion, and so it seems are shoes.” He chuckled, no malice in his voice at all. “Shall we dance?” Mink grabbed hold of his forearm and led him to the dance floor. Ember could not help but close his eyes at the thought of a ball in the forest.
“It would be rather enchanting, especially at sunset. To see the warm rays of honey-golden rays caressing the trees and dancing along with us.” To be honest, Ember didn’t want honey-golden rays. He wanted Honey.
Ember, with tea in one hand and a lovely lady in the other, lifted his dancing hand to twirl Mink around. It was inappropriate to only give her half of his attention, so Ember lifted his tea to his lips and chugged it, giving the empty glass to one of his servers with a wink. He had two dancing hands now.
“While all these young men around us are young and handsome, they have not perfected the art of the dance. That comes with time and patience.” With a twinkle in his eye, Ember lifted Mink from the ground and spun her, her blue dress flowing behind her. He then grabbed hold of both her hands and began to waltz. Ember and Mink, Ghost the Undead Goddess
Breeze
{Spoiler}
“Hello all! My plane just landed, and I’m off to the ball in my uber. Tonight, I’m wearing Starry Night by Larry Guitton, and you can wear this look too if you just head over to the link in my bio!”
How exhausting. Breeze sighed after turning off her live stream, then turned to her dog, Ethel, and cooed gently at her. Ethel was by no means a pretty dog. She small, rat-like, drooled 90% of the time, and had a vicious underbite. But the moment that Breeze had set eyes on her at the shelter, she knew she had found her soulmate. Ethel was the name the shelter had given her, and Breeze thought it would be truly terrible to change her name solely for an aesthetic. Therefore, her dog’s name remained Ethel.
Before Breeze found Ethel, she was in the middle of college studying aerospace engineering. It was what her family had expected of her. But, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, Breeze found Ethel and decided to start traveling the world with her. Her family took it surprisingly well (they knew she wasn’t happy in college) and helped her build her blog.
Breeze enjoyed traveling, taking pictures with her dog, and eventually opening up an Etsy shop where she sold jewelry. However, her social media presence ended up skyrocketing, and she found that there was that same weight lingering in her heart that she had felt when she was in college. Yet again, there were too many eyes on her, too much pressure on her to follow a role. She never wanted to be an influencer. She just wanted to travel the world with her dog, write stories of the inspiring people she met, and make beautiful jewelry out of the beautiful things she would find on her journeys.
When Breeze had heard of the charity ball, she at first was reluctant to go. She didn’t want more media attention on her than usual. But then she had heard about two of its attendants: Bramble and Roach.
Breeze had not seen Bramble, her sister, in so long due to her travels. Bramble was one of the few people Breeze felt like she could be openly vulnerable to. Bramble never judged her for wanting to follow her heart in whatever way possible.
And Roach…Breeze couldn’t quite describe the way she felt about Roach. In technical terms, he lived in the same building as her and would look after her plants for her when she was off traveling (which was quite often). But to Breeze, there was something special about the trust she felt for Roach. From the moment she met him, she knew he was truly good, and she knew she had found herself a plant-sitter. Or maybe something more.
Anyways, Breeze had made Roach a lovely green and amber bracelet that matched one she wore constantly to thank him for taking care of her plants without asking for money. Maybe also as an offer for friendship. For more.
Taking out a mirror, Breeze made sure her curls were following all the right patterns, taking out of her pocket a little travel-sized coconut oil and pressing it onto a few of the stray curls. Perfect.
Upon arriving, Breeze thanked her driver and handed him a large cash tip. “Uber can’t take this one from you,” she said in a light voice. All these big companies acted like they cared about the middleman and their influencers, but Breeze saw very often with her own eyes that companies stopped caring about their employees if they were not productive enough. Breeze had gotten into many arguments with companies who refused to sponsor her because of certain messages she would send out that would cause her to lose followers.
Stepping out of the car and onto the carpet leading into the ball, Breeze took a deep breath. She carried the slobbery Ethel in a black purse-style carrier that matcher her outfit. Her black dress, full of stars, flowed behind her as she made her way into the building. Already she heard the shuttering of cameras questions of paparazzi. She droned them out and walked into the ball. She wasn’t here for her followers. She was here for Roach and Bramble.
And, apparently, this “Primrose.”
Upon stepping in, Breeze realized she had arrived right as they were calling raffle tickets. She looked around for her sister and Roach, but she didn’t spot them. Maybe they would show up later in the night.
The young influencer, the stars shining on her dress, approached the redheaded Primrose. “I’m Breeze,” she said softly. She was glad that her partner wasn’t anyone scary. It might be nice to meet someone new who Breeze could let loose with.
“Want to meet Ethel?” She asked awkwardly, displaying her dog to Primrose. “She’s very sweet.” Breeze and Primrose, Fae Magic
Frost {Spoiler}
Frost tugged up at his collar, making sure the white was clearly visible against his otherwise completely black suit. This ball was for charity, which meant he would be in a room full of sinners attempting to atone for their crimes against God by throwing an insignificant amount of money at some charity they cared nothing about.
Frost, on the other hand, was clearly no sinner. As a child born in the Sin City itself to a low-class family, Frost was had always been surrounded by Satan’s temptations. However, he found work preaching at his local church, and his deeply personal sermons soon made their way around social media, prompting some “charitable” businessmen to work alongside Frost to build his own church campus that could serve as a larger ground for the young preacher to deliver his sermons both physically and virtually.
Now, Frost was the leader of a massive non-denominational church that had gained traction not only throughout the country, but throughout the world. He was viewed as the model Christian, and he believed it too.
Therefore, for a man of such high virtue to be fraternizing with these heathens, there must be a motive.
Something that made Frost particularly popular was a video series on Instagram of him calling out celebrities and businessmen for being abominations of God. It had been a few weeks since Frost had last called out someone and nearly ended their career, and his fanatic followers were thirsty for someone else to be thrown to the pyre. A charity ball was the perfect place to find someone who lied about their true intentions; someone who preached otherworldly love but only knew of the material.
As he stepped into the ballroom, the smell of alcohol and drunkards hit him like a truck. Disgusting how the ball-goers were already finding ways to sin. Looking down at his raffle ticket to memorize the number and then tucking it into his pocket, Frost made his way over to the area where raffle numbers would be called.
As he waited, stone cold and stiff, Frost could feel eyes on him. People here knew him. Some of them may have been avid watchers of his sermons, but Frost had a feeling that most of the people who recognized him also feared him. He could end their earthly careers and strip them of their fleshly desires in an instant.
It was not long before raffle numbers were announced. Frost’s icy blue eyes glanced upwards when his number was called, and he made eye contact with . . . Another man?
What kind of sodomy was this ball promoting?
Whatever. This still was an opportunity to slip behind the façade and find out who this “Oleandor” truly was. Frost walked over to the other man with a purpose and grabbed him on the shoulder. Frost stood considerably taller than Oleandor, and he intended to use that to intimidate the young man.
“Looks like we’re to be partners. Come, friend. Let us talk about what brings you here over some tea.” Spiked tea.
Of course, Frost had no intentions of drinking. The middle-aged man flashed an icy smile at a server, grabbing a spiked tea for Oleandor and a regular jasmine tea for himself. Alcohol was known to loosen tongues of sinners, and Frost saw no harm in letting someone who was already going to Hell continue in their sinning.
Frost and Oleandor, ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
Thistle {Spoiler}
Wide green eyes looked around in wonder at the ballroom. This was a definite upgrade from the usual.
Thistle was a newly minted lawyer, fresh out of law school. She didn’t have much to her name, but she was a damn good lawyer if you ever saw one. She specialized in immigration namely because she could speak just about any language known to man, or at the least, learn the basics of one pretty quickly. Due to her proficiency in languages, many jokingly called her “the many tongued god.” That nickname got on her nerves real quick.
The young lawyer had heard of this ball through one of her old clients, an Armenian woman who started a nonprofit to help immigrants and refugees find a place in America. She had come to support the cause of that nonprofit, which was one of the few benefiting from the funds gained tonight.
Thistle didn’t come here to stand out. Her dress was a simple satin beige, and she wore flats so as not to make her petite frame seem any taller. She was here to support the cause, not to be in a spotlight.
Thistle eyed her raffle ticket as she walked to the staircase where the partners would be announced. Although she could speak many languages, she was not known for her excellent conversation skills. She would just get through tonight, potentially see her old client, and then go home to her cats and read some books.
When her raffle number was called, Thistle looked around and settled her eyes on a ruggedly handsome man across the room who had also perked up. That must be her date. Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all. Thistle never got the opportunity to speak to men outside of clients. This could be awkward.
The young woman pushed her brown hair to the side and walked over to where the man was standing. Glancing at his nametag, she saw that his name was Bracken.
“Pleasure to meet you, Bracken. I’m Thistle, Attorney at Law for Immigration.” She stuck out her hand for a formal handshake, then awkwardly took it back as she realized that this was probably not the setting to be official and businesslike.
“Want to, uh, dance?” Without her formal façade, Thistle was not particularly eloquent. Thistle and Bracken, Fawn
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 13, 2020 21:33:00 GMT -5
Whiteshade With a warm yellow light spilling out of every window, the building became the epitome of welcoming. Like a lone ship on a pitch black sea, it beckoned and promised refuge from the dark of the night and all the monsters who hunted there. Red eyes gazed at it for a moment, considering, before he opened his door and walked around to the other side of the car. Holding out his hand with a quick of his lips, he graciously helped his daughter out of the car, knowing full well she didn’t need it but offering her the assistance anyway. There was a tiny part of every daughter who wanted to be treated like a princess, and given that she had already donned the gown and was attending a ball, he thought they might as well go the full nine yards. Unfortunately, horse-drawn carriages were in short supply these days, but as the car he drove was not horribly lacking in horsepower, it would have to do. You look beautiful, He signed with a smile. Indeed, she would undoubtedly be turning heads tonight, if only from the way her smile illuminated the room. Kindhearted and gentle to the core, his daughter had inherited neither of her parent’s temperaments, but playing the ever doting father, he indulged her sweetness with the same charm and persona that he greeted all of the other sheep who did not recognize a wolf amongst their flock. There were others with whom he could appreciate the finer aspects of life. Have fun tonight. His gaze lingered on another newcomer, a young man with dark hair and an obvious reluctance to be there. Red eyes followed him as he walked down the hall beside his mother and sister. And watch out for scoundrels.As they entered the ballroom, Whiteshade nodded once to his Frozen, and they parted ways. Momentarily lingering along the wall, he cast an analytical look over the room. With its multiple levels and wood-carved ceilings, it was lofty and classically elegant, though the palatial feel diminished as one took in the crowd of well-intentioned people in their best dress down below. He could picture the highly unamused look that would have etched itself into every line on his humorless roommate’s face at the sight. But the venerated surgeon with a less venerated hobby was much more at ease surrounded by people with significantly less life. Whiteshade was, too, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the occasional benefits of mingling amongst the sheep around him. Besides, it was just as well that Rook had not deigned to attend the ball; not only was his disposition entirely unsuited to acts of charity (even faux ones), but the other man would also surely have developed a migraine by now. Having built a very successful nonprofit to ostensibly help the homeless, he had woven quite an elaborate network of connections and established himself as a fairly central figure in the community, and as such, he recognized many of the other attendees. His crimson gaze moved across the crowd until it landed upon a lone man standing stiffly to the side, the white of his collar pulled noticeably high against the black of his robes as if he hoped elevating the lighter part of his outfit would lift him up to a higher, more gracious plane. Father Frost. His lips quirked. The holy man looked as out of place as Rook amongst the rabble. Glass of wine in hand, Whiteshade made his way through the crowd to stand beside him. “Father,” He greeted the clergyman politely. “A pleasure, as always.”Any further conversation was cut short as the raffle results were announced by a man who looked like he would rather be anywhere else. At Frozen’s name, he glanced around until he found her, surreptitiously pulled out his phone, and texted her the name of her partner. Red eyes landed on the dark haired boy from before, whose sudden alertness suggested that he was the aforementioned Thunder, and he internally heaved a heavy sigh. So much for staying away from scoundrels. His own name had him glancing around for his partner, and he was somewhat taken aback to find that he had been paired up with another man. Interesting, but ultimately of little consequence; he would gladly lead anyone in a waltz. Or graciously follow, if his partner preferred to leave. “Niko?” Whiteshade asked, voice silky smooth, as he approached the other man. “I hope your evening has been enjoyable so far.”#be2712 Partner: Niko Amber Job: Runs a non-profit to help the homeless Mentions: Rook (Fawn ), Frost (Ginger ), Russet (Fae Magic ), Niko
Thunder Only at his mother’s behest would he have traded in his infinitely more comfortable hoodie for the stiff collar of a dress shirt and the heavy weight of a jacket. As he walked up the steps and into the building, Thunder yanked once again at the knot of the tie wrapped around his neck, loosening it even as his mother waved his hands away and told him to leave it alone. That was easy for her to say; she didn’t feel like her clothing was slowly strangling her. Shoving one hand into his pocket and wrapping the other around the strap of his bag, he allowed her to straighten it, eying her with an unamused look while Wind practically vibrated beside them. He wouldn’t complain, he told himself. This was for them. Sleet and Lightning’s departure had left their family with a hole where they should be, and they were still trying to get used to the emptiness and silence; his mother and sister needed this evening of dresses and dancing to take their minds off of missing them. Cloudy turned to fuss over Wind before her daughter danced away like the free spirit she was, and Thunder took advantage of his mother’s distraction to make his own escape. Running his hand through his hair, he cast a surreptitious glance around him before yanking the tie from where it rested around his neck like a noose. Much better. He turned back to face the ballroom as a whole, pausing for a moment to appreciate the overall effect of golden lights and ornate ivory columns. His heart beat much more closely to the lively rhythms of the dark clubs down the street than the elegant melodies of this classy affair, but even he could value the effort put into making the venue look like it came out of a Disney movie. The resemblance meant that there had to be—Ah, but there it was. Bag in hand, he meandered his way over toward the drinks, grabbing one of the pre-poured glasses of punch and sipping at it lightly while he stood by the table. Finally, the server was distracted by something in the back, and the young man seized his opportunity. With practiced hands, he opened his bag and dumped his contraband – alcohol, because he needed something to help him make it through this night (he had initially had good intentions, but hey, he was only human) – into the punch. As he stirred it into the punch, he looked up to meet the steady look of a blonde woman in an absolutely scandalous dress across the way. A smirk made its way onto his lips ( whatcha gonna do, tattle on me?) even as his gaze traveled downward, admiring her particularly visible assets as heat began to grow low in his gut. Moments passed – if she hadn’t already noticed where his attention had gone, she definitely would have by now. But it wasn’t his fault, really, that his eyes were stuck around chest level. The fabric of her dress very clearly directed the admirer’s gaze toward… He realized that he had stopped stirring the punch and started stirring it again, though it was not with nearly as much intent as before. And the way the dress hugged her form, ending just below the curve of – The heat in his belly had grown from embers to a fire. Yellow eyes finally dragged themselves back up her body to see her wink at him. He swallowed and shifted, his outfit suddenly uncomfortable for other reasons (was it hot in here or was it just him?), before finally realizing just how long he had been standing there stirring the punch. Abruptly, he dropped the ladle and picked up his bag and a new glass of punch, trying to look casual as he vacated the area. Damn, that woman was hot. He sat at the first table he saw, bag in his lap, as he enjoyed the fruits of his efforts – it was good alcohol. Thunder found himself scanning the crowd, but he’d lost sight of her amongst the other partygoers. It was probably for the better, but maybe luck would be in his favor and he would be partnered with her? Yellow eyes landed on another woman in a crimson dress that matched the red of her long hair. She seemed distinctly unimpressed by the entire affair, and many minutes ago, Thunder might have been of the same mind. But, he mused as he admired the low cut of her dress and the hint of leg through that slit in the side, given how aesthetically pleasing he had found his fellow attendees, his disinterest in these kinds of dances was quickly fading. A disheveled man approached the mic, and Thunder made his way through the gathering crowd to stand as close to the blonde woman as possible. While he didn’t end up right at her side – and judging by the muscle on the guy she was with, maybe that was for the better – he was close enough to furtively admire her legs while the man on stage blathered on about some raffle. Wait what? The sound of his name had him looking up and around as the group of people began to disperse and split off into pairs. Cloudy found him looking particularly lost and, with the wisdom born of years of trying to wrangle her mischievous son, correctly deduced that he hadn’t been paying an ounce of attention to what had been happening on stage. Taking pity on him – and frowning slightly at his lack of a tie – she told him that his partner for the dance was a girl named Frozen and pointed toward her. “A dance?” He repeated, aghast. “But Mom, I can’t dance.” Well, he could, but judging by the music that had just filled the ballroom – against, straight out of a Disney movie – his style of dancing was not what they had in mind. Cloudy smiled and told him he’d better learn fast before going to find her own partner. Thunder stared after her. His attention shifted to Wind, who clearly had none of the reservations he did. Out on the dance floor, pairs had begun to waltz across the open space with varying levels of skill. Yeah, no thanks. He looked back at Frozen. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to her. “Hey,” He said, holding out his hand. “Name's Thunder. I'm kinda thirsty though.” If he was going to have to dance, he definitely needed more alcohol. “What do you think about getting a drink?”#be9012 Partner: Frozen Amber Job: recent college graduate Mentions: Cloudy (Fawn ), Wind (Ghost the Undead Goddess ), Gray (Ghost the Undead Goddess ), Fox (Abyss ), Frozen
Moth As she’d gotten older, Moth had found that her patience for these kinds of fancy events – the ones that required her to unearth and dust off the full length dress from the back of her closet – increased such that they were tolerable despite the pain of having to wear heels. Hers were short, practical; she had no one she was trying to impress, and the stilettos that some women wore would have her evening end with a broken ankle. Even Roach had been convinced to temporarily forsake his hoodies and sweatpants for a suit and tie, though the amount of complaining that had accompanied that decision had been astronomical. If one ignored the expression on his face, he pulled it off well, and speaking of that expression… “Roach, this is for charity, remember? You could at least try to smile.” She nudged him as they walked up the steps and into the building. “I bet Breeze is here.” Teasing him was a welcome distraction from her own reservations. Moth did not like crowds, and the only time she did something remotely like dancing was in her room with the door shut – and even then, it was generous to call the slightest swaying of her hips dancing. Despite her relative athleticism, she came nowhere near to the natural movement that seemed to come so easily to some people, the ones who could just let loose and dance as if no one was watching. This particular night, which involved both dancing and crowds, seemed designed especially to make her uncomfortable. Why was she here again? Her eyes strayed toward her younger brother. To keep him in line – and oh, yes: charity. Scratching the back of her neck, she looked around as they entered the ballroom and took a fortifying breath. “You should go find your girl before someone else asks her to dance.”They parted ways. She stuck close to the wall as she made her away around the room to pick up a glass of water, which she nursed like the glass of wine she probably should have chosen instead. The room was full of strangers. Perfectly fine keeping to herself, Moth’s daily routine carried her from home to the lab and back, with the occasional stop by the store or a friend’s place. She kept her circle of friends small, and none of them seemed to be attending tonight. Well, that was fine. She could just stand here, off to the side, until the main event began. The raffle ticket with the promise of a random dance partner came to mind. Maybe even after, too. She was here mostly to make sure Roach stayed out of trouble and to support Primrose’s charity – not to make a fool of herself in front of a bunch of people she didn’t know. Her attention drifted over the crowd of mingling attendees, somewhat envious of the ease with which some of them drifted from group to group, before lighting upon the stairs to the second floor. She didn’t even hesitate. Pushing off from the wall, Moth strode over to the staircase and ascended them, immediately feeling herself relax as the pressure of the crowd relented. Individual voices and conversations faded into a constant rumble in the background. Hand trailing lightly along the railing, she moved away from the stairs and around to the side of the room, watching the people down below. Large crowds flowed like water, she found herself musing idly and wished she had a better understanding of fluid dynamics to properly appreciate the phenomenon. There was the inward stream of guests pouring in through the double door entrance way, and the bottleneck around the refreshments. At the thought, Moth glanced down at what little water was left in her cup and finished it off. This wasn’t so bad, looking down from above. She picked out Roach from the crowd and watched him for a moment before someone stepped up to the abandoned mic. With her arms resting on the banister, empty glass in hand, she watched as people began to gather around the stage. Something like apprehension bubbled up in her chest, and she took a step back. As Russet continued going down the list of names, the smile on her face became fixed. With a self-deprecating chuckle, she scratched her neck again. Give her any number of dilutions to calculate or solutions to create at a specific molarity, and she wouldn’t hesitate; on the other hand, tell her to dance with a stranger, and she was ready to sink into the floor. She should probably head back downstairs, but as Moth looked around for the man who looked like he was named Hollow, she found herself wondering what her chances of remaining unnoticed on the second floor were. At least people didn’t tend to look up, right? #12acbe Partner: Hollow Katara Job: scientist Mentions: Roach (Fawn ), Russet (Fae Magic ), Hollow
Shrike Shrike entered the ballroom arm and arm with Darkscar, and felt her jaw drop as she took in the elegance. “Wow, they did a really good job with this,” She breathed, leaning a little against her husband as she followed the white columns upward. “Look at that ceiling.” Ever since she had RSVP’d, she had been counting down the days until this day had arrived. An evening out with no children, a chance to twirl around in a beautiful dress, and knowing that while doing so, she was supporting charity? It sounded perfect to her. Ow, her cheeks were starting to hurt from beaming too much. As she tried to straighten her features into a less painful expression, she turned blue eyes to take in Darkscar’s expression. At his small smile (the one reserved just for her), she patted his arm. “Hey, come on,” Shrike said, nudging him lightly. “This’ll be fun.”After stopping by the drinks to pick up a glass of wine, which she knocked lightly against her husband’s before they parted ways, she glanced around to see who else had decided to attend the ball. Having been a guidance counselor at the school for many years now, she recognized a fair number of the other guests – including one that made the smile on her face falter. Clover. That woman was trouble. This would not been a place she would have expected to see the other woman, but evidently she didn’t know her as well as she thought she did. Shrike glanced away quickly, searching for someone else to distract her before Clover could notice that she was here – or, God forbid, approach her. It had been quite a while since they had last talked, and Shrike wanted to keep it that way. Fine. 90% of Shrike wanted to keep it that way. 85% at a minimum. Clover was complicated, ok? She had mixed feelings, even now. It was fine. Blue eyes landed upon two of the event organizers, the shy girl named Mouse standing next to a man who looked ready to disappear for the rest of the night. Wracking her brain, she produced his name: Russet. With the smile returning to her face, she wandered over and politely greeted the two of them before offering her compliments. “This place is beautiful.” Shrike gestured to the room as a whole. “You all have put so much time into this. It’s going to turn out perfect – I can feel it.” And then it was time for the fun to begin. Nodding to the pair, she made her way back toward the rest of the crowd to listen as Russet listed out the pairs from the raffle. Nettle, huh? The name didn’t ring a bell. (At least it wasn’t Clover. The thought had her shuddering slightly.) As everyone around her began to pair off, Shrike finally found the woman with “Nettle” on her name tag. “Hi,” She said with a smile. “I’m Shrike. How are you feeling about dancing? Ready?” It had been quite a while since she and Darkscar had waltzed across the dance floor, but she was confident that she still knew some of what she was doing. #1270be Partner: Nettle Fawn Job: Guidance counselor Mentions: Darkscar, Clover (Katara ), Mouse (Fae Magic ), Russet (Fae Magic ), Nettle
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Post by Fawn on Jun 13, 2020 23:08:21 GMT -5
Roach This was the worst f**king use of his time that he could think of. Charity balls were for people who had too much time and money to waste. Roach gripped and released his car keys, spinning the metal ring around his finger like a throwing star, dark eyes scanning the room for an unlucky target. He was here for one reason and one reason only: Mothlight. Only the presence of his sister at this gala would make him drop everything and show up just in solidarity.
Mainly it was to keep any rich assholes from getting too handsy with her, but if anyone asked, he'd just say he was meant to drive her home.
It had nothing to do with a status update on Breeze's twitter feed. It had nothing to do with him spotting her walking back to her apartment across the hall with plastic still covering the dress she'd just bought.
Nothing to do with her at all.
While he kept up his silent, grouchy vigil, Roach only half-listened as one of the hosts of the charity began to address the room. Something about picking partners for a dance. Roach frowned, his arms folded across his chest as he skulked halfway between the nearest exit and the concession stand. He was supposed to dance?
F**k that. Unless...
His name was called, and in attachment to someone calling themselves Silent. Roach didn't move from his spot, though he could practically hear his sister's voice in his head nagging him about being rude for keeping someone waiting.
Finally, finally, *begrudgingly*, he moved into the center of the ballroom, his expression turning to stone as he read the nametag on the front of a silver-haired man's suit. Silent.
"You gotta be kidding me."
Faceclaim: Gabriel Darku picWearing: Chocolate brown suit Age: 20s Partner: Abyss Silent Honey Nerves rippled through Honey's stomach like a pebble tossed into a pond. A charity ball! It shouldn't have been such a big deal to her, after all, her contributions would be small and her name wasn't one anyone was going to recognize. But there was something exciting about the promise of brushing elbows with people whose social circles she didn't normally belong in.
Fidgeting slightly, her heart jumped into her throat as the pairings began. Some silly part of her, the part that had fueled her imagination for countless years, entertained the notion of meeting the one in the midst of this ball. That's what happened in all the books, right? In all the movies? Get a hold of yourself, you're being ridiculous.
Ridiculous, and... hopeful.
Honey held her breath as she heard her name called with someone called Silver. Her breath whooshed out when she spotted the handsome man bearing the nametag; dark-haired and young, probably younger than her, Honey felt her legs turn to hot butter as she willed herself to walk over. "H-Hi! I guess we're partners for this thing, huh? Do you want to dance?" Somehow she found her voice, and the words got easier, especially with everyone else hustling and bustling around to get to their own partners.
A dark saffron colored suit caught Honey's eye just at the edges of her peripheral vision, but before she could focus on it, they'd disappeared into the crowd. Faceclaim: Natalie Portman pic hereWearing: Red dress seen in photo Age: 50s Partner: Fae Magic Silver Bracken It was a classy affair. Mostly. Somewhere in the time it had taken him to pick up Mink and handing his keys to the valet in the parking lot, Mink has lost her shoes. He watched her scamper off in a whirl of fabric and dark hair, her footsteps lost in the heavier percussion of dress shoes and sharp heels.
While she physically wandered the ballroom, Bracken's golden eyes followed suit, studying the party-goers with detached, cat-like contentedness. This was nothing unusual for him; being a mayor's son meant charity balls, fundraising events and sometimes even parades, though he tended to vanish into the crowd for the latter. This was just another night spent the way it usually was, though he did not have his father's regal, empowering presence lording over him like a golden shadow.
Bracken's hands left his pockets, his posture relaxed as he leaned over the railing to catch a better view of the ballroom-goers. A beautiful redhead called the crowd's attention, Primrose, and he caught the gist of the charity ball. They would be matched up entirely by chance? Interesting. He'd fully expected to dance with a variety of young women, some he would no doubt recognize and others that would be delightfully new.
When his name was paired up with someone by the name of Thistle, Bracken couldn't help but smirk as his partner revealed themselves to be female. A petite woman in a beige dress cut a path through the crowd, and he did not move forward to meet her halfway; he was getting a good look at her just by staying still.
“Pleasure to meet you, Bracken. I’m Thistle, Attorney at Law for Immigration.”
Bracken took the pale hand extended before him, his voice warm and with an obvious hint of a tease. "A lawyer, huh? First time I've ever been happy to see one."
“Want to, uh, dance?”
This time, he grinned. "Can attorneys dance?" Even as he spoke, a waiter walked close enough that he could grab two drinks from the tray, offering one slender glass of champagne to Miss Thistle. She probably had three times the brains to be an attorney at such a young age, and he couldn't help feeling impressed. Wouldn't hurt to take his time getting to know her.
That wry smile came back, an invitation of white teeth and gleaming eyes. "How about a drink, first? Unless you're in a hurry...?" Face Claim: Garrett Hedlund pic hereWearing: Classic black suit with a hint of gold in the lining Age: 30s Partner: Ginger Thistle Nettle She was only here because it was what Snake would have wanted. He had been much more social than she was, and he couldn't resist a good cause. Even with the whispers and the stares, her brother's spirit had burned bright. Even with this grief-stricken resolve powering her on, Nettle couldn't stop herself from feeling weird - afraid somehow, despite the dress (which she hated) and the makeup (which she hated more), everyone would be able to see that she didn't belong.
That she was different.
That she had been discarded. Left behind. Like everything else in the pawnshop she worked in.
Just then, a light moved into Nettle's vision and blocked some of the rising panic working itself through her system. It was Buck, who parted the crowd like a wave, his massive form somehow squeezed into a suit that looked... really good on him. Nettle couldn't look away, feeling detached and far, far too warm in this stupid dress.
As quickly as this light appeared, it was thrown into shade by the presence of the woman beside him. Buck had a younger half-sister, Nettle knew this - but this woman wasn't Cricket. She was tall and ridiculously beautiful, with a dress that only the boldest and the most confident of women could actually wear. Nettle's stomach twisted as the woman spoke to Buck and then left in a whirl of pink-streaked hair and swaying hips.
Ugh, she wanted to barf into the punch bowl. She had no place being surrounded by these stuffy rich bastards and their beautiful leggy dates with their perfect hair and makeup.
Nettle angrily grabbed a cocktail shrimp from a nearby platter, chewing furiously as if she could get all her agitated feelings out that way.
“I’m Shrike. How are you feeling about dancing? Ready?”
Nettle choked, turning around sharply to see an older dark-haired woman standing just behind her. Nettle choked down her food, her face turning pink as her eyes darted to the nametag on the woman's dress. Shrike. "Uh-What? No, I can't--I don't know how to--" Ugh, this sucked. "I can't dance." Face Claim: Mila Kunis pic hereWearing: blue dress seen in picture Age: 30s Partner: Phoenix Shrike
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Post by Katara on Jun 14, 2020 0:09:45 GMT -5
This was not Clover's first time at an event like this. Though she'd had a lowly upbringing, she was quite good at sneaking her way into these things if it was something she was tasked with, or if she just felt bored and wanted to do it anyway. Despite herself, she enjoyed watching people enjoying themselves, drinking in the cheer, living vicariously through them and their connections with other humans she'd never experience. But she hadn't scammed her way into this charity ball... no, tonight was her way to prove she was trustworthy, that she could perform and not attempt to create a mockery of others. It was a perfect scenario really, to tell if she'd be an asset from now on or not.. not that Clover had a choice in the matter. It was do or die, and she rather liked living, so this is what she'd do. Attending a charity ball as an undercover agent... what a joke. Especially after she'd been previously attending galas for the purpose of gutting someone after it, or in the middle of it, it really felt like they were making her take the mick by forcing her practically at gunpoint to attend and be on her best behavior, and keep an ear out for anything of interest. After all, it takes one psychopath to spot another! She rolled her eyes, blowing a tuft of blonde hair out of her face. They really liked to toss that phrase about - psychopath. Always with such a wary, tense tone, she couldn't help but make her fingers into claws and hiss at them when they mentioned it, which was never as funny to them as it was to her. But psychopath was just a word to her, she didn't care. When she entered the ballroom, she took a moment to admire the grandeur around her, before focusing her attention on the people - all of whom naturally interested her the most. She had a recording device somewhere on her, clipped to a button at the top of her dress if she remembered correctly, that would be listening to every word uttered between her and anyone else she conversed with tonight. She intended for her new co-workers to overhear only the most useless babble, because that's all that was available here. Vapid people, all with rehearsed lines. She was going to bore herself to death tonight. Clover missed most of the introduction of the charity ball, far more interested in observing her fellow ball attendees, all dressed to the nines. For a moment, her gaze wandered and fell upon a familiar someone that made her heartbeat freeze. Shrike? A million thoughts raced through her head, but she knew immediately this couldn't possibly be a coincidence. For both of them to be here tonight... her new 'co-workers' had to have known about her. But before she could dwell too much on it, her attention flicked to the man calling out and eventually rattling off the pairings for the night. The same man, she discovered, would be paired with her. For only a moment she felt a trace of disappointment she'd not been paired with Shrike, but maybe that was a good thing. She was, after all, supposed to be proving herself tonight; maybe this was supposed to be the best method to do so. But to ask her to ignore Shrike of all people the entire evening was impossible to ask. She wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her now... But she had to try. She strode with confidence across the room, deciding in that moment to re-focus, with her chiffon pale blue dress swishing in her wake as she approached Russet. Saying he was handsome would be an understatement; he was classically attractive, undeniably so, and she felt a bit smug that by pure luck she'd managed to snag him for the evening. She could do this, acting and lying was as easy as breathing to her. " I'm the Clover you're looking for," she said by way of greeting, holding out her hand to him with a feigned open and friendly expression. " Not the four-leafed kind, but I think I still got lucky tonight. Getting paired with one of the team members that helped set this all up? What an honor." In her head, the line sounded more sarcastic than it came out since her tone was so friendly, which was a relief. " It's really nice to meet you. And you look incredibly dashing," she complimented him. Anyone who said compliments didn't get them anywhere were liars, especially when it came to men. TAGGED: Fae Magic for Russet OCCUPATION: Ex-Assassin turned Government Asset ™
Less than twenty-four hours ago, Ivy had received notice she was apparently attending a charity ball with her parents and sister, and she usually required at least a seventy-two hour notice prior to any social obligation, so it was their fault however she decided to behave tonight. If it were up to her, she'd be at home watching YouTube videos about the most obscure topics she could find until she fell asleep curled up with her dog with The Shining on in the background (horror films helped her sleep). She was pretty pleased with what she'd decided to wear tonight (an all-black ensemble), but had already been asked by her sister whose funeral they were attending. Very smug with this response, Ivy added the finishing touch of blood-red lipstick and she was finished getting ready. She descended the stairs of their home slowly and dramatically, while her parents flitted to-and-fro making sure they had everything. " Woah," her father said when he found her lounging on the steps. " Whose funeral did you dress for, honey?" " My landlord's," Ivy replied somberly. " I'm having an affair with his son." " Oh, I hope he's nice," her father responded, annoyingly chipper as ever and used to Ivy's antics of making up stories. At least he played along; her sister only got annoyed with her. " But how is it an affair if you're not dating anyone else?" Ivy raised her pipe (a prop) and gazed off into the distance. " I'm widowed." When they all piled in the car, her mother did a double-take at her in the rearview mirror. " I didn't realize we were attending a funeral." " It's her landlord's, she's having an affair with his son," her father supplied helpfully. Her sister scoffed, but didn't remove her eyes from her phone as she furiously texted someone, as usual. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into parking lot of the venue, and joined the stream of people entering the building. Ivy was a little disappointed it wasn't a little more goth-esque on this inside; with everything bright and shining, she'd have a difficult time playing the funeral-attending widower persona she'd adopted tonight. Immediately, her sister Holly floated off to a corner while Ivy floated among the people, curious at everyone she was surrounded by. Sadly, no one else was dressed quite as dramatically as she was, but then again she liked to stand out. When she discovered they were to be paired off, a flicker of interest sparked inside of her. Oh, this could definitely get interesting. Her parents expected her to behave, but Ivy frankly had no intention of doing so, and there were a lot of guys and girls around here that were easy on the eyes... she was no expert at flirting, but she was pretty good at making fun of people, and that was basically the same thing. She listened as the names were listed, and it didn't take long for her to discover she was paired with someone called 'Buck'. Okay. Buck. Wow, there was a lot of material there already. Just like that, everyone started looking for their partners, eyes darting to breasts where nametags were, which gave Ivy the impression everyone was looking at her boobs. It gave her the exciting opportunity to hand out a ' My eyes are up here, buddy' every once in awhile to every guy she caught, and the horror on their face was something Ivy would treasure for the rest of the evening. Finally, she spotted a man with a nametag that read Buck, and immediately she yelled, " MOOSE! Or wait, was it Elk?" He was huge, at least a full head taller than her, but that wasn't to say he wasn't handsome. He had long, blond-tainted brown hair, all in disarray but in a bit of a cool way, and laugh lines around his eyes. He looked quite a bit older than her, but she buried her disappointment in the idea that she at least had an entertaining evening ahead of her. There was no way a guy this cool would be boring. " Buck! That's it, isn't it? I love your hair - and your eyebrow scar." Of course she would immediately zero in on scars of any kind; she was very adamant that scars only added to anyone's appearance, and was still furious she'd been cheated of a really sick scar on her arm when she'd fallen off her bike when she was eleven years old. A panicked ride to the hospital and stitches had made any sign of the injury disappear. TAGGED: Ghost the Undead Goddess for Buck OCCUPATION: College graduate (film + art), looking for work like everyone else lmao.
When news of a charity auction had risen in his office downtown, Hollow's co-workers ruthlessly joked about it. They really think we're going to donate to this thing? What a joke! He wasn't their newest lawyer, nor was he their most senior, but he did not feel like he had a place with these guys at all. With both his parents dead by the time he was a young adult, he was living paycheck-by-paycheck until he'd landed an intern position at this very law firm and worked his way up through the ranks while attending night school to get his degree, before eventually passing his bar exam with flying colors. He'd worked his entire ass off to get here, and maybe was the only one to be in a position to have empathy for other human beings when most of them had been in this industry for the better part of the last twenty years or more. They told Hollow he was lucky to be here, that they usually only brought on guys that were already lawyers, but they'd liked him so much they wanted him anyway. Needless to say, Hollow secretly resented them, and when they'd finished making fun of a charity ball in their city, he'd swiped the flyer and decided he'd go on behalf of his firm. That'd piss them off in a really righteous way... he was certain of it. Now, at the charity gala dressed in one of the few suits he had, he felt uncomfortable and full of dread, especially when it was announced they'd be paired off as part of the raffle. Oh, good lord. That was the absolute last thing he needed, after being ditched by the ever-so-lovely Lux a year ago. Despite the time he'd put between himself and the break-up, he didn't feel any less sensitive to any situation that might have romantic intentions whatsoever. He wanted to avoid them at all costs, but the universe was constantly telling him otherwise. He didn't think he'd been hit on so many times in his entire life as he had been in the last year. It was actually unbelievable. Hollow had also made a mistake, though: He'd been so absorbed in the idea of giving a big middle-finger to his law firm that he'd not even considered he fact that he'd have to participate, socially, in the event he was so determined to attend. Now, as the names were rattled off into pairs, he couldn't help but groan a little, tilting his head up toward the ceiling in secret despair - and realized with surprise, there was an entire second floor. God, what a great place to escape to. Without further ado, he picked up a glass of whiskey from the bartender, and a glass a champagne from a passing waiter for good measure, and made his way toward the staircase to the second floor. Getting as smashed as possible while opening his pockets to charity without interacting with a single soul sounded like a perfect evening to him, and as he ascended the steps he took a celebratory sip of his whiskey before setting both glasses on the bannister. He was only half-listening to the pairs being called out, and instinctively heard his name paired with a 'Moth'. Poor Moth. With any luck, she'd never find her partner tonight. He chuckled into his glass as he raised it to his lips for another drink, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed movement and started. There was a woman here too, a distance from him, but leaning against the railing as well and watching the sight of the people below. Hollow swallowed, looking away quickly and pretending he'd not noticed her, but immediately a seed of doubt was placed in his mind: Had she noticed him looking her way? It would be awkward if he didn't address her, wouldn't it? The minutes slid by, a war in his mind, and finally he took another sip of his drink and moved toward her. He didn't want to look like an asshole if he just pretended to ignore her. " Hey," he greeted her. " Hiding up here too?" Her presence up here, reflecting the same actions he had, somewhat proved that she was here for the same reason he was--to escape. His lawyer mindset constantly sought out explanations for motives, and it didn't fail him here either. " Everything seems - oh, wow, you've gotta be kidding me." He interrupted himself mid-speech as he noticed her nametag. " You're the one I'm paired with tonight. Good lord." The Fates really were working overtime on him tonight if he'd approached the one person he'd wanted to avoid all evening. " Sorry, I totally wasn't looking for you... I think we just had the same thought." TAGGED: Phoenix for Moth OCCUPATION: Defense Attorney
To be an activist was to actively participate in his community, and that was something Elk was still desperately struggling to achieve. Quietly donating to charities every month simply was not enough, but slowly he was coming out of his shell and had even participated in a protest last month in his state capital. It wasn't that he didn't want to participate; he was simply still learning how to do it. After all these years, he still only knew two modes of interacting with others: Awkward Guy and Paternal Professor/Teacher. After accidentally 'adopting' several students through the years, he'd accepted he gave off very paternal vibes as a person and just wasn't sure how to interact with people otherwise. If they were his age, what the hell was he supposed to do? He was prone to two extremes of babbling or remaining stonily silent, both of which often had poor reception to those he interacted with. These days, he only had a a pair of friends - his fraternal twin brother Moose, who he trusted intrinsically with everything, and Ivory, who he'd unexpected become friends with after discovering how alike they were. So, he was at this ball, dressed in the only suit he possessed (no tie, because he looked better without one anyway), and feeling quite nervous about this raffle thing. Really? He thought he'd just be... Well... He wasn't sure what he'd be doing, to be perfectly honest. Throwing his money at different projects the charity team was working on? Maybe. He just hadn't expected to be obligated to dance or spend time with a specific someone for the entire evening. After standing awkwardly with a glass of champagne as the raffle was announced and names were listed, Elk learned his partner for the evening was someone called Bramble. Male or female or otherwise, he didn't care, as long as they were much younger or much older than him, he could work something out. Anyone his age was when he seemed to start to have issues with others. Helpless, he flitted through the crowd of people all searching for their partner, once even accused (wrongly, of course, he was just looking at nametags) of staring at a woman's chest - after which he exiled himself to the side of the ballroom to look for people who looked lost instead. After what seemed like hours, he finally spotted someone with the nametag he was looking for, and was able to approach her easily after most everyone else had divided into pairs. " Bramble!" he called out, not too loudly, but enough to get her attention. She was young, about the age of one of his students, which triggered a burst of relief within him. All he had to do was act like normal now, 'professor' mode, as usual. " I'm Elk," he introduced himself, when he'd approached her. " Seems like we're paired for the evening." He held out his hand in a friendly greeting. TAGGED: ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 for Bramble OCCUPATION: College Professor, English Literature
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Post by Amber on Jul 1, 2020 20:13:26 GMT -5
“Mom? Dad? I’m here. I’m doing something you two would have loved doing. I made a donation, too, in your honor. I know how much this cause meant to you both.” A sigh, as golden brown eyes flicked away from the camera momentarily. She gave a sad smile as she turned back to the image of herself in the phone screen. “I just wish you guys could be here. I know you would love it.” She blew a kiss to the camera as a single tear rolled down her cheek. “Little Bird signing off. Catch you on the flip side, Mom and Dad.” Oriole sniffed as she pressed the Stop button on the phone. Fingers moved swiftly over the screen as she titled the video and saved it in the same folder as all the others. Ever since Wolf and Crow had died a few years back, Oriole had taken to filming videos of herself. They were simple, just a way for her to share moments of her life with her parents, but they meant the world to her. Her friends had been trying for ages to get her to share them on social media, especially since they were in several of them, but she was hesitant. These were personal, her love letters to her deceased parents. Could she really share them with the world? Deciding to leave the philosophical questioning for later, Oriole flipped down the visor and looked at herself in the mirror. Gently, she dabbed away the trail of the tear that had fallen, happily noting her makeup still in perfect position. She gave herself a vibrant smile before flipping the visor up, locking her phone in the glovebox, and exiting her car. Her emerald dress flowed about her as she crossed the street, her pace light, quick, and sure-footed, even in her heels. As she entered the ballroom, she smiled at everyone she made eye contact with. This was where she thrived, with groups of people and tons of social interaction. Like the butterfly she was, she flitted about from group to group, greeting and smiling and laughing. It was a practiced dance, one she had danced countless of times and had come to enjoy. Her smiles only turned bittersweet when meeting with associates of her parents. Their presence brought her memories of them close to the surface, but she carried on as the proud warrior that she was. The crowd fell quiet as speakers took the microphone, and Oriole listened as the pairings were called out. Cricket. How odd that a bird be paired with a bug, but she only pondered the irony for a moment. Tipping back the last of her flute of champagne and handing the glass off to one of the servers, Oriole cast her golden-brown eyes upon the crowd once more. She set off through the crowd, watching people pair off and begin to waltz to the music flowing through the room. It took longer than she thought, but eventually, after asking a couple guests, she was pointed to a young woman standing at the edge of the room. Moving gracefully, Oriole made her way over to where Cricket stood. A vibrant smile was fixed to her face. “Hello,” she said as she drew near. “I’m Oriole. I was told you are Cricket? It’s nice to meet you.” She took a moment to note the differences between them. Cricket’s dress was simple and cute, a standard little black dress. Oriole loved the off-the-shoulder cut and the almost knee-length hem did wonders for the other girl’s legs. Her dress, on the other hand, was more of a stand out to match Oriole’s bright personality. Emerald green, it had tailored long sleeves, a plunging neckline, a floor-length hem, a billowy skirt, and a long slit all the way up to her mid-thigh. It was every bit as loose and fun and energetic as she was. The color complemented her fiery red hair, which she kept in loose, tousled waves cascading over her shoulders. Her only pieces of jewelry were the diamond studs in her ears, and the thin black choker around her neck (though she never classed that wardrobe staple as jewelry). Cricket, on the other hand, had her hair tied back into a ponytail and pulled over one shoulder. The look suited her, Oriole thought, even though they were still strangers. “Care to dance?” she asked, holding out a hand to Cricket. Oriole loved to dance; her mother had taught her all sorts of dances, and some of her favorite memories were of watching her parents dance together in the living room when they thought she was asleep in bed. “It’s okay if you don’t know how, I can teach you. It’ll be fun, I promise!”Abyss
] To say she was excited would be an understatement. The opportunity to get dressed up and dance the night away, all for a good cause? Yes, please. To top it all off, she would be able to spend at least a little time with her father. She didn’t often get to spend time with him, so she treasured the rare moments they had together. He had done so much for her, and she only hoped she could make him proud of her in return. They pulled up to the building, and Frozen waited patiently as Whiteshade came around to open her door. He had a tendency to be incredibly doting, and she absolutely adored it. She took the offered hand and stepped out of the car, taking a moment to adjust her dress. It was a gorgeous pale blue number with off-the shoulder sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and little flowers sewn into the bodice and on the skirt. It pooled around her feet and behind in a small train, and made her feel very much like a princess. ‘You look beautiful,’ Whiteshade signed. Frozen beamed at him, signing, ‘Thank you. You look dashing, as always.’ It was true. Her father had a way of making even the simplest of garments look stunning, and she had luckily inherited at least a little of that talent. The pale blue of her dress, paired with her porcelain skin and white-blonde hair, made her look ephemeral and delicate. Hooking her hand into the crook of her father’s elbow, she gazed up at him with pale green eyes. ‘Have fun tonight. And watch out for scoundrels.’ Frozen gave a quiet laugh, a surprisingly musical sound for someone who couldn’t even hear it. ‘I will,’ she replied. ‘And you behave yourself, too, okay?’ She softened her teasing with a brilliant smile. Together, they walked into the building and made their way to the ballroom. It was grand and beautiful, and Frozen gazed in wonder at the intricacies of the decor and the room as a whole. She felt a movement beside her and turned to see her father give her a nod before making his way into the crowd. She felt a slight twinge of sadness at their parting, but it was no matter. She’d catch up with him later in the night. Tossing her pale blonde curls over her shoulder, she moved into the room, weaving between the guests, giving smiles and waves and polite nods to anyone she made eye contact with. She was thriving. There was an energy in the room that she couldn’t hear, but could most definitely feel. It was going to be an exciting night. As she wandered the room, eyeing the guests, there was a soft vibration in the small pocket sewn into the layers of her ballgown. Frozen slipped her cell phone from the pocket hidden in the tulle of her skirt and skimmed over the message. Raffle partner – Thunder was all it said, but it was from her father’s number. She quickly sent out a thumbs-up emoji in response before hiding her phone away once more. Phone secure, she looked around, attempting to seek out her partner for the evening. She didn’t search long before someone approached her. The evening had barely begun and the young man that came up to her had already lost his tie and looked like he was thoroughly done with being here. It was a shame, really. She loved to dance. Not that she could hear the melody of the music, but she adored the way her body flowed as she was led across a dance floor. Thunder was speaking to her, seeming to not realize that the woman in front of him couldn’t register a word. She gave him a very patient smile as she held up a hand in a ‘one moment’ gesture. Frozen once again pulled her phone from the pocket of her dress, opening up her notes app. Quickly, she typed out a message and turned the phone around so Thunder could see the screen. Hi! My name is Frozen, and I’m deaf. You can either type to me, or face me and talk moderately slowly and deliberately. I can read lips, but I’m not great with fast talkers.Her smile was vibrant as she waited for him to read the message. She was used to this, having been deaf since birth. It was an inconvenience, sure, but something she had overcome and was willing to help others overcome as well. Her green eyes glittered with excitement as she waited for his response. Phoenix
He was no stranger to elite parties. As a bodyguard-for-hire with a portfolio of high-profile clients, balls, galas, and soirees were a normal part of his routine. Attending one as simply a guest, however, instead of a watchman, was new. He had been invited by Dusk, though, and Dark was always more than willing to move heaven and earth to cater to his sibling’s wishes. So, here he was, decked out in a new suit to once again rub elbows with the elite. This city, like any other, had its share of both good and evil, and Dark often found himself toeing the line. He didn’t limit the clients he took on, and he’d seen more than he cared to admit. He did draw lines as to what he was willing to do, and though he was handy with an assortment of weaponry, never stooped to using it offensively. As he wandered through the gathering crowd, tagging close to his brother, he noticed several previous clients milling about. The contracts had ended, though, so they were all just faces in the crowd, neither guard nor client acknowledging the other. It was how his life had been since he’d started this, and how it would stay even after it ended. Greetings were announced over a speaker system once everyone was gathered. Dusk beamed at Dark at the mention of a raffle; it was a detail the younger had failed to mention. Dark offered a momentary glare before his face softened. He was weak to the charms of his younger brother. He gave a slight smile and nudged Dusk’s shoulder. The younger laughed and walked off, presumably in search of food or drink. Dark watched him go, then cast his eyes about the room. He had already cased the entire area upon entry, an old habit he wasn’t yet willing to part with, but now that he had a little more time, he could look at it in more detail. He knew the entry and exit points, but now he noticed the extensive detailing in the moldings and decor of the room. He carefully made his way to the staircase, wanting to elevate himself to get a different view of the room. From his new perch, he was able to more closely watch the interactions of the people mingling below. There were others on the second floor, too, but most of the crowd was on the lower level. He pinpointed his brother quickly, protective instincts automatically seeking him out first. He was chatting with a small group of people, laughing and being the generally pleasant person he always was. Dark smiled and continued watching the crowd. Not long later, another person stepped up to the mic, this time announcing the raffle results. Dark listened only partly to most of the pairings until he caught his name. He was paired with someone named Rose, and he scanned the crowd again, trying to guess who it might be. Once all the pairings were read and the speaker stepped down, Dark decided he should go find his partner. He stepped away from the railing and made his way downstairs, elegantly weaving through the crowd and glancing at nametags. When he finally found her, he couldn’t help but smile. She wore a dress to match her name, a rose pink number befitting a princess. She was young, too, and her age and vibrancy reminded him so much of his own daughter. Dark took a moment to adjust his tie and jacket, making sure he was suitable to approach such a wonder. With a small smile, he stepped forward. “Good evening, Princess.” The words flowed smoothly from him as he dipped into a bow. Extending a hand and straightening slightly, he continued. “May I have this dance?”Ghost the Undead Goddess
“And tell me again why I have to be the one here?”There was a sigh on the other end of the line. “I’ve already told you. The entire division voted that you would be the one to attend the gala. We’ve put a good chunk of money into this charity; we need at least one representative, and you were the best fit. Stop worrying about it, and try to have fun, alright?” The line clicked out, and Niko sighed. He knew why he was here, and it wasn’t because his coworkers had decided he was the ‘best fit’. He had the prettiest face in the homicide division, so was usually ‘volunteered’ to be any place there might be cameras on him. All the other detectives were either on their way to the local bar to drink their livers away or prowling the streets, waiting for their next call to come in. With another sigh, Niko turned to the building that lay before him. The doors were open wide, inviting the attendees to enter, warm yellow light spilling out onto the pavement. To him, though, riddled with social anxiety as he was, the glow was far from inviting. More like the burning glow of an inferno waiting to devour him than a comforting campfire. He glanced around, making sure no eyes were on him, before pulling a small bottle from his jacket pocket. He popped one of the anxiety pills into his mouth, using the last swig in his water bottle to swallow the medicine. He took one final, bracing breath before tossing the empty bottle into a trashcan and entering the building. The detective’s mouth gaped slightly at the sight of the ballroom. The room was expansive and bright, luxury oozing from every crevice. The carpet spanning the room was gilded, the tables along the edges piled high with delicacies. Ivory columns vaulted the ceiling to a dizzying height, while exposed beams and impressive woodwork brought it back down just a hair. It was far more lux and glamor than he was used to, but he might as well make the most of his night. Glancing around at the gathered guests, Niko suddenly felt woefully underdressed for the occasion. Pale blue eyes looked down at his all-black ensemble; even though it was his best suit, it was a far cry from the expensive tuxedos of many of the other guests. Capped off with his trademark sneakers and he seemed to stick out amongst them all. Yet another sigh exited the slight man before he shook his head slightly. As the first hostesses took the mic, Niko made his way over to the tables along the wall. Despite his slim stature, food was something he quite enjoyed, so he planned to make the most of it, no matter how little he wanted to be here. Filling a small plate, he half-listened as the hostesses spoke of the raffle to pair them off later in the evening—wait, what? He’d have to be paired off with a stranger? Blue eyes narrowed in frustration at the food on his plate. Yep, he would definitely much rather be home with his cat right now. After finishing piling food on his plate, the detective found a spot against the wall to eat and watch the crowd. By the time the male host came to the microphone, Niko had finished his food. He listened intently to the pairings as they were read off, hearing his own name next to someone named Whiteshade. An unusual name, but judging by the list, not that unexpected. He straightened his tie and pushed off the wall, mentally preparing himself for the effort of holding conversation with a stranger. He didn’t have long to look before he was approached by another man. “Niko?” he spoke with a voice smooth as silk. “I hope your evening has been enjoyable so far.”Niko took in the other man’s impressively tailored suit, once again feeling very much out of place at this gala. His job paid well, but certainly never well enough to afford that kind of luxury. He had to tilt his head back slightly to meet the taller man’s gaze. The red eyes were startling, but Niko recovered quickly. He’d seen far worse in his line of work than oddly colored eyes, even if they were the same color as the blood that so often flooded his nightmares. “Whiteshade, then?” He offered a slight smile. “It’s been decent. The food is fantastic, though.” Music began to fill the hall, and Niko caught sight of other pairs beginning to waltz. Oh, gods. He turned back to his partner for the night. “It’s been a long time since I’ve waltzed. I honestly don’t even know if I remember the steps. Not that I was ever much of a leader, anyway.” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to be dancing, but what the hell. It’s not like the night could get much worse. He took a steadying breath before offering Whiteshade a broad smile and extending his hand. “Shall we?”Phoenix
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Sept 24, 2020 17:12:18 GMT -5
when the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin' [smear:455450]The atmosphere in the grand hall was magnetic. His eyes drew upward to the magnificent chandelier overheard, dazzling the party goers with its resplendent glow. The crowd amassing the dance floor had not yet been assigned partners, waiting for Primrose, their host, to impress them all with a speech as to where their money would be going. While he waited, he found himself locking gazes with someone he knew, and had to swallow back the surge of revulsion that rose up in him. "Oleander, darling!" An elderly woman swept towards him, her golden hair styled back into intricate curls. She snaked her ageing arms around his shoulders and squeezed him like a snake constricting its prey. He grimaced over her shoulder, but by the time they had both pulled back he was beaming with such sincerity no-one would have guessed at his discomfort with the woman.
"I knew I recognised some of the food!" She gushed, her eyes gleaming with delight. "You've donated some of your own for the party, haven't you?" Oleander nodded with as much modesty as he could force into one expression. "It was supposed to be a surprise, Ibis." He scolded her, noticing that her exclamation had turned a few heads. Oleander had recently published a recipe book with his own gourmet creations, but so far none have successfully replicated the diverse and rich flavours of his own fare. Having heard of this charity event and being extremely fond of the sort of aura a ball had, he had opted to contact the hosts to see if he could offer some of his own cuisines for the occasion.
Ibis, a rather wealthy widow with several estranged children, had lived across from Oleander's family estate. Oleander had helped support her when she had fallen ill, due to her friendship with his deceased parents, but he had never quite been fond of her overbearing nature. There was a falseness to her that he could detect beneath all the "darlings" and the "my dears" that made Oleander wonder how she truly felt about him. He wondered if she knew how he truly felt about her. At times, his facade slipped and the traces of a grimace would curl across his face.
Their conversation was mercilessly cut short by the sound of their esteemed hostess calling for attention. She seemed to shout into her little microphone though the speakers carried her voice throughout the entire grand hall. He winced a little at the piercing sound, adjusting his tie almost absently. He pondered on Primrose's speech, unsure how much of it was genuine. He knew of many charities that took advantage of the vulnrable, squandering the funds that could had helped their cause for greed and for profit. Whether or not Primrose's little set up here was indeed a set up or a genuine attempt at kindness he could not determine. Mouse was a good name for her assistant. There was a nervous tension about the young girl that made her seem as if at any moment, she expected to be snatched up by a cat. Oleander smiled slightly at the thought.
The raffle numbers were announced, each dancer being paired with a partner. Oleander was curious to see which dame in the hall would join him in dance, but when he finally found the "Frost" he had been paired with he found himself face to face with a rather severe-looking, handsome young man. Oleander wasn't quite disappointed. "Good evening." He said politely, his eyes glinting. He extended a hand for a formal handshake, raising a brow if the other did not recuperate but offering a pleasant smile if he did. He looked up at Frost, somewhat resenting the disparity in height. The offer of tea surprised him, but he was curious about this man and felt it would be rude to refuse. Who offered tea at a ball? The customary drinks were wine, to his own experience. Perhaps he was not a drinker. "Tea was historically used by poets to garner inspiration." He smiled. Oleander was known for his random musings, and whether or not others humoured it or disliked it told him all he needed to know about them. "Are you looking to inspire me?"[/smear:5c0000] [googlefont=Spirax] when you grow up your heart dies Bramble studying music in university There was a grin playing on her lips as she stepped into the irresistible and contagiously magical atmosphere of the ball. Bramble wasn't normally one for fancy dresses and soft, romantic music... but there was something in the air tonight that made her feel almost as if she was someone else. Like Cinderella stepping into the ball without her rags for the first time. It would have been so easy to get lost here among the strangers, but there were several people she knew would be here that she wanted to pick out among the crowd. For one, her sister Breeze, who had been abroad for god knows how long. She couldn't wait to squeeze her sister tight enough to cut off her air supply. Another was her sister not in blood but by choice, Grey. Bramble had always wanted an older sister to look up to, and had found that in the untamed, fun chaos that was Grey's personality. In fact, her sister-from-another-mister had been the one to give her advice on how to do her hair.
Bramble's hair was normally tied back in tight braids to keep it from getting in her way as she went about her day... especially when she was rock-climbing, one of her favourite new hobbies. She had only just started to learn the ropes and had not yet gone climbing without an instructor, but it was still fun. She had a strong desire to become a free-climber, but knew in her heart that her sister would be terrified knowing Bramble was out dangling from cliff faces without a harness or a rope for the pure thrill of it. Her typically braided hair was instead flowing up into a luxurious bun, one that had taken her more than a few hours to perfect. Her dress was a navy blue, contrasting with the golden tint to her eyes but complimenting her hair and showing a generous amount of skin. Not quite as scandalous as Grey's own outfit, but alluring nonetheless.
The final person who Bramble's eyes sought was Cricket, who she had essentially swindled into joining her at this fabulous event. Her face lit up as she spotted a familiar figure among the congregation of dresses and suits. She's wearing the dress I picked out for her! Bramble thought with a surge of glee. She knew her best friend was a lot more modest than she was, but Bramble had been determined to show Cricket just how stunning she could look in black. And judging from the glances the other girl was drawing, Bramble had been spot on with her recommendation. "Cricket!" She shouted across the hall, waving her arms in a very unladylike fashion that made some of the fancier in the crowd wince. Bramble didn't care. She trotted awkwardly towards her friend on high heels she wasn't quite used to wearing yet, and threw her arms around the other girl with a delighted squeal. "You look amazing!!" She gushed. She turned her head to see that Buck and Grey were with her, and beamed unashamedly at the pair. "Wow, don't you think that dress is a little modest, Grey?" She teased, laughing warmly. "What do you think this is, the 1800's?"
There was still one person missing from her list. She glanced around hopefully. "Anyone of you see Breeze? Her flight was landing not too long before the ball, so I couldn't even pick her up from the airport!" She whipped out her phone, hunting for a "I'm gonna be late" text from her sister. "I hope she can make it." She fretted. It had been forever since she last saw her. Literally forever.
So focused on finding her people was Bramble that she hadn't really even bothered paying attention to the raffle. So she was quite surprised when a voice spoke behind her, unfamiliar but warm and polite, causing her to turn around. She was confused at first that this man knew her name, before she remembered the name tag flimsily attached to her dress. Oh! She realised. He's my dance partner! She took his hand with a beaming smile. "Seems we are!" She replied, then glanced back at Cricket. "Don't be nervous- just be yourself!" Then, with a final wink, she and Elk made their way for the dance floor. Bramble had never actually slow-danced before, but how hard could it be, right?
"Have you ever danced before, Elk?" She asked him, seemingly not bothered by the fact that he was older than her. There was a professorial air about him, he reminded her of the typical quiet, shy gentleman she so often fancied on TV. Hell raising, hair raising I'm ready for the worst
He already felt hopelessly overwhelmed among the noise and lights of the massive hall. His eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking out a familiar face, but they all seemed to blur together. He sipped at a glass of something, but didn't know what it was. It tasted sweet on his tongue, a welcome distraction from the nervousness that pulsed with every beat of his heart. Why had he even signed up for this? He'd thought he was doing it because he loved the idea that the money was going to a good cause. Was he secretly hoping that Stag might be here? Ridiculous. He barely even knew the man, it was highly inappropriate for him to follow him around like some lost little dog.
He examined his watch, wondering how long he would have to be trapped here for. While he was busy anguishing over how he would keep himself inconspicuous for the next five hours, Primrose and Mouse began to announce the details of the ball into their microphones. He could only pick out a few words in his stupor, but already he knew that this was going to be an awful night. It was such a shame, he'd been so excited to come here at first. He'd even worn a suit, which was far from his usual attire.
He felt even more out-of-place as the names got called, hearing that he had been paired up with the girl that had made the announcement made him feel like the ground had dropped beneath him. She'd probably think he was an idiot if he approached her, all stammering sentences and awkward glances.
His golden-brown eyes followed Mouse as she and Primrose moved to the side, his heart in his throat. Was she going to find him? Was she even looking? Did she know who he was, and didn't want to dance with him because he creeped her out? But Mouse didn't appear to be hiding from anyone in particular. Her eyes peeped out from behind Primrose, anxiety written in every feature. Slowly, the truth dawned on him. Mouse was as frightened as he was. Feeling a bit better that he'd been matched up with a kindred soul, he mustered up the courage to head over towards her. His steps were the awkward gait of an anxious, uncertain man, and he ran through a script in his mind of what he would say when he got to her. But by the time he was at Primrose and Mouse's side, his words failed him. He swallowed, an awkward silence blooming between the three as each waited for the other to speak. "H-hey." Birch eventually blurted out. "I'm, uh. I'm Birch."
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Robin was very easily dazzled. The grandeur of the immense hall brought a starry gleam to her green eyes, the rich melody of music washing over her as the crowd milled around. She felt like Belle from "Beauty and the Beast", complete with a flowing golden dress that brightened the red tint to her wavy hair. Around her slender neck dangled a necklace, with what appeared to be a long black feather pendant resting comfortably along her collarbone. She brushed her fingers along it, the metal cold against her skin. She never went anywhere without it, really. Robin was not ashamed of her sentimentality. In her view, sentimentality was what made humans human. Without it, each person would live and die and be forgotten by all who knew them, nothing more than a face and a name. No. She refused to forget anyone she cared about, even those that had left her behind.
Having just graduated high school, Robin was brimming with the sense of possibility. Still awaiting her letters from the universities she'd applied to, it was dubious where her path would point her now. But the one thing she did know was that the rest of her life was hers to mould. Before her lay a formless clay, and she was the architect of her fate. At least, that was the way she viewed it from her idealistic little perch. The world was not always so simple, a lesson Robin had to learn as she struck out for herself.
For now, who she had to find was someone named "Fox" who had been assigned as her random dance partner. Robin had no idea this was how the ball would go, but she was excited by the surprise twist. Her green eyes flitted from nametag to nametag, but none spelled "Fox". Hrm. Where was he? A shape almost collided with Robin, and she halted just in time. Startled callow eyes landed on a dress that bore the name "Fox". So she'd be dancing with a lady. Not what she'd been expecting, either. Her face broke into a smile as she met her partner's gaze. But what she saw instead made her expression pallid with shock. Not only was Fox scowling as though finding Robin had been the last thing on her mind, but a vicious scar cut down her face, the kind that had to have been delivered by a very sharp object. Struggling not to grimace at the gruesome story the scar must have to tell, she reminded herself that she was being incredibly rude and forced her smile to return. "Sorry." She said quietly, mortified by her insensitivity. "If you're not interested in dancing..." She shrugged, then nodded towards the tables adorned with food. "We could always escape over there."
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Post by Fae Magic on Sept 27, 2020 18:59:47 GMT -5
Beauty is a joy that forever increases It will never pass into nothingness
Her blue eyes were slowly scanning the many individuals that began mingling around searching for each other's partners that Russet had named off moments before. Her gaze locked on a pair as they came over to meet Russet and Silver and smiled. It would have been so interesting if she could just watch the two and see how they'd interact. Silver would do just fine but Russet hated people and he hated gatherings. But, Primrose had her own assigned guest that would be her partner for tonight's function. A sweet feminine voice spoke up bringing her attention back from her two male friends and came to focus on a young woman; probably a few years younger then herself. Teen years to Primrose's mid twenties. The red head smiled at the darker skinned girl and held out her hand to her with a warmth on her face.
"Oh my gosh! Hello! I'm Primrose, it's so good to meet you Breeze. I appreciate you attending tonight." the tall red head spoke up. Her gaze turned down to look at the dog that the girl was holding and hoped that it wasn't going to be roaming free in here. She didn't want to think it getting hurt by stepping feet or run off. She hoped Breeze would be keeping it in check. Not that Primrose disliked animals. She loved them and visited the rescue shelter as often as she could but this gathering wasn't exactly the best place for animals. But, she didn't say anything to her about it and instead turned her attention to the question.
"She looks like it. Is she a rescue? I have a few animals of my own at home that I found at the rescue shelter. It's a bit of a hobby of mine...rescuing animals. My brothers hate it when I come home with a new animal but they can't say no to me so." she laughed at her tale and shook her head. She reached out to let the dog sniff her palm before she gently pet it's head once she saw that the doggy was comfortable with her.
"If you don't mind my asking. You're name is rather unique; I swear I've heard it somewhere. Have I seen you somewhere before?" she asked curiously as she looked over at the younger girl wondering where her name sounded so familiar. It was definitely unique and not highly used so she would have known if she had heard it somewhere before but she just couldn't remember where she'd heard that name before. Maybe Mouse would know; that girl was on social media all day long.
Primrose- Partner Breeze - Ginger
Silver's gaze scanned the crowd with purpose as he watched them all scatter to find their partners. A timid voice spoke up that drew his attention to a woman in her 50's with brown hair and pretty brown eyes came up to him. She was pretty for her age range and seemed rather shy. Skittish even as if she wasn't used to being here or having to talk to strangers; odd thought coming from the event she seemed to have agreed to come to. Silver wasn't an intimidating guy; at least he didn't think he was. Compared to his friend Russet Silver looked like a cute puppy in his eyes but others might have a different outlook on the male. He considered himself rather gentlemanly. Wanting Honey to find some sort of comfort in his presence him since the two would be paired together for the night. He offered her a warm smile as she came to stop in front of him and took her hand giving it a light kiss on the back.
"Yes, that's correct. I'm Silver. You must be Honey then hmm?" he replied with that same inviting and warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. We're most glad that you've chosen to come. It means a lot for the cause so thank you. I hope you find my company enjoyable tonight; I know it must be a bit strange being paired up with a complete stranger so I do hope you can find some sort of enjoyment tonight at this function." he looked out towards the area designated for dancing and noticed a few already coasting around. Good, he was glad others seemed to be getting along with their pairings.
"A dance would would be lovely especially since I'll be paired up with a beautiful woman like yourself. I do apologize ahead though, I might step on your toes once or twice. It's been a bit since I've attended a function that included dancing. I'm usually in the background pulling strings or doing the heavy lifting." he laughed before he was holding onto her hand again and leading her towards the dance floor.
His posture was straight and well-practiced even if as he had mentioned his feet were not so much coordinated. He winced when a few minutes into the dance he felt her toes under his foot and he gave her a pained look as if he himself got his toes stepped on. He looked bit sheepish as he pulled his foot away and looked down to make sure that he didn't step on her toes again.
"Sorry, I just keep on stepping on your feet don't I? But I did warn you I'm not too practiced in dancing," he said a bit sheepishly in apology. "Please let me know when you've had enough. I'd feel rather bad if you went home tonight limping because your dance partner has two left feet." he chuckled awkwardly.
"Anyways, what made you want to come out here tonight? You don't seem like the type to go to these sorts of functions just from observation. We did have just a donation page that you could have donated money instead of buying a ticket to come to this event. Of course, we appreciate you coming here it's just a curious question. You seem rather shy to be here. I assume you don't come out often?" he asked curiously. He wasn't always much of a talker but Primrose did tell him that he'd have to have some sort of conversation with strangers even if he didn't like to talk much. Maybe his conversation skills needed some tuning since he didn't talk to many all that often and much preferred being in the back ground helping.
Silver - Partner Honey - Tag Fawn
Booze, he needed some sort of liquor to get this night over with he swore. All the chatter and the bright lights. All the fancy fru-fru outfits hurt his eyes. Irritation was damn near exploding his brain right about now. Frustration made him grab at his jacket and chuck it off. Silver had already left to go dance with his partner and one glance over showed Primrose talking with her partner; a cute younger teen. Mouse was still waiting on her partner to find her and so was he. Would Primrose hate him if he just snuck out for a breath of air and just didn't return? He'd love that, He hated fancy events like this. Hated them with a passion. But that also came from hating people in general. A voice broke his trail of grumpy thoughts and he turned to look at a woman heading her way over towards him. His keen eyes examined her as she strode over with a purpose. Something about the line of her posture though didn't sit well with him. She looked perfect, too perfect. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly he forced himself to relax as she stopped in front of him and opened her mouth to speak. Her hand came out to shake his and he took it with a firm hand shake. What, he wasn't the princely type to just bow down to kiss her knuckles. Did women expect that nowadays? He dropped her hand quickly after the firm hand shake and slipped his hands into his pant pockets as he stood tall staring down at her with calculating eyes. "So it seems you are." he replied to her greeting of who she was. Looking for her not so much. He didn't want to be here and he wouldn't play nice. Primrose wasn't holding his reigns though and he'd only play civil until the ball thing was over so that he could go home and sleep this disaster of a event off. The compliments came out of her mouth sounded rehearsed and made him even more irritated. Why of all people did he have to be paired up a suck up?! Grunting he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes on her. "Look lady, enough with the stupid compliments. I'm not the type of guy to fall for that bull crap. Just to be clear, I don't dance so don't even think about asking. Only reason I'm here is because I was forced too. Sorry to disappoint you. I'm no prince charming." he took a breath and tilted his chin up. "Why'd you decide to come. You don't give off vibes of someone who really likes doing this shit. You're here more for the people than the actual dancing huh? I've noticed you seemed to be looking around. Did you come here with someone? I hope he won't get pissed off that you're partnered with me. I'm not a very festive person. I prefer to stand in the corner and drink the alcohol." he snorted and shook his head. Looking over towards Mouse he saw her seemingly distressed about being ignored by Primrose since her partner hadn't come by to snag her yet. He was going to open his mouth to say something to make an excuse but she looked up to smile and gave him the look that said she was okay. He looked back to Clover and sighed. He really was only here because Mouse asked him to come. He wasn't really needed around he. He'd stick around as long as she needed him to. "Alright I'll make you a deal. I'll give you one dance tonight but that's it. Rest of the night you can ask me whatever but I'll be over there chilling. Sorry to disappoint you if you were looking for a good time. My good time isn't standing in a fancy suit looking dashing and dancing around." he muttered grudgingly; he was here for Mouse that was it. As soon as she gave the go ahead he'd snag her and take her home. Maybe take her out for ice cream too to calm the poor girl down. Russet - Partner Clover - Tag Katara She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice of a young man stopping in front of her making her head snap up to stare at him. He was handsome and made her feel like a steamed potato in a foil wrapper. She felt her face grow hot and she quickly looked down at her hands that were clutching at the skirt of her dress as she tried not to think about being paired up with another person, a guy with handsome features. He had unusual colored silver-white hair but he seemed to fit the style somehow. "H-Hello! Nice to meet you...I'm Mouse." well of course he already knew that! Russet had announced to the crowd earlier and her names been said a few times before. But it was only a polite thing to introduce oneself of course. Peeking up at him she gave a shy smile and made a cute face as she turned her lips to the side obviously struggling to say something to him. Should she ask him to dance or wait for him to ask her instead? Should she start a conversation or something to break the ice? What should she say? Compliment him perhaps? Oh talking to strangers was definitely not something she was used to. "Y-You look nice!" she finally blurted out looking up at him a moment before looking somewhere over his shoulder finding it easier to try and talk to him without having to stare him in the face. "T-thanks for coming out here. I hope you have fun. We um...we got good snacks over there if you are hungry. We also have non-alcoholic drinks. I didn't think everyone wanted some alcohol so I made sure to put some punch and tea out too for those who didn't want something strong...I like baking and preparing food for the events...Oh shoot, you don't have any allergies, do you? Some of the food has peanut oil-based stuff in it." she began talking a little fast obviously nervous and not having a clue what else to talk about. "Umm..." she bit her lip looking away. "I like your hair." she offered shy and awkward. Why was she so nervous? because the is the nerd at school, bullied, and never taken serious. She didn't have good social skills. Anxious and already painted in here head that she ruined the night for this stranger she muttered a panicked apology and rushed out the door to the balcony. Mouse - Partner Birch - Tag ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 word count tags Silverburr Russet-Tail Ivoryrose poppypaw Tigerpaw Smudgenose PRIMROSEPETAL mousepaw rock pendulum
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