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Post by TERENCE RENARD NOX on Mar 26, 2010 3:07:24 GMT -5
REPLY HERE TO ROLE PLAY IN THE EVENT.
THREAD FAQ:1.] This event is hosted by Terence Renard Nox and Chloe Abigail Windsor to welcome Germany's prince and maiden. 2.] All Posts in this thread should be over 150 words. Which means YES there is an exception in this thread, and this thread only for the word requirement under this board, due to it being an event. 3.] All characters may post in this thread. No matter their social status. But one should have a reasonable cause for their character being here. 4.] It's a masquerade so all character's should bare a mask of some sort. Weather it be elaborate or plain, whatever suits your taste. 5.] The masquerade takes place in a royal palace with 20 rooms, 3 dinning halls, and 2 spacious ball rooms. The insides of the castle are painted of regal yellows, noble bronzes with other complementary tints of color. 6.] The rest is up to your imagination, so get posting!
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Post by ADALINDA VON SCHERTZ on Mar 28, 2010 8:40:52 GMT -5
m a s q u e r a d e ! - - - - - - - - - - paper faces on parade !
hide your face, so the world will never find you ! [/i][/font][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] She was the perfect picture of serenity and pose as her heels clicked on the magnificent flooring of England's Royal Palace. Her face was a collected calm, but only she knew that fully, unless you could guess that from the small curve of her lips. Of course, this being a kostüm partei, Ada had gone out and purchased a rather interesting mask of pink and gold which now shielded her face. Although, a mask could never completely disguise the German native; her characteristics were much too distinguished. That long, long hair of hers - grown out for almost eighteen years straight - was pulled back and forth across her scalp, forming a complex but eye-pleasing spectacle topped off with a rosy butterfly pin to the back. Because of it's intricate up-do ways, the white-gold locks didn't brush the floor anymore but instead, swayed at the calf area, against one of her favourite dresses. The garb itself was a piece of art in Ada's eyes -- the cream silks, lacy edges, and lovely floral detailing fit her and her personality to the bone. The small train trailed behind her, only barely out of the way of Reinhart.
The Daemon was quiet, eyes calculating, and unsure of what he thought of the party. It clearly had only just begun, but she had made an effort to get there early as she was the guests of honor, so to speak. The news of the masquerade had startled Ada, for she wasn't one for large social gatherings, but after further discussion with her adviser, it was decided that the Ball could do no harm. Heck, it may have even provided a good time. However, the large cat was clearly iffy about the whole situation. But of course, he wouldn't leave Ada's side when she suggested Reinhart just stay home. And they were, now. Adalina Von Schertz, Princess of Germany with a menacing white beast to her left and a handsome man to her right, (a man whom in reality was an unarmed guard from her home country. Just a single man and a grown beast would hopefully be enough if anything were to happen; god forbid).
Casting her amber gaze towards the layout in front of them, Ada's head tilted ever so slightly to the left and the smile on her lips grew, just a touch. "Vell, zey cerdainly know how to make someone feel velcomed," She said, her German accent heavy on her words and addressing no one in particular.
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] -- character ♦ adalina "ada" von schertz !
-- outfit ♦ dress, mask !
-- word count ♦ three hundred eighty five [385] !
-- status ♦ complete !
-- muse ♦ full !
-- tags ♦ event, open !
-- template by ♦ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♦ phantom of the opera !
-- listening to ♦ none, no one !
-- notes ♦ (excuse the random replacing of letters in her speech. i tried to make it sound more german-ish. D:) heeey, for not roleplaying in more than a month, this ain't too bad. 8U to everyone, lets get this event on the road, shall we? ~ [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Joel Isaac Levi on Mar 28, 2010 21:01:08 GMT -5
Coming from the interior of his dark vest and reverberating throughout his crisp white shirt. A bit too many lights in here, too much noise, and far too much movement. But their is a good deal of people here who can be swindeled. Of course you will do it for me won't you? Sure I am not the most uncommon entity in this world but I am not the ideal spokesperson. Wouldn't one avoid a snake. Honestly all I really enjoy is getting a good scare. Said the emerald green snake coiled round and round across his arm, tucked into silence underneath his sleeve and hidden from all but the most observant. He felt her uncoil slowly and softly, her scales tickling his skin and giving him the odd sensation she always did when she took refuge from sight in his clothes. Honestly, without me you would be turned into a pair of clothes in a few seconds. And with that response he winced and caught his breath stifling what might have been a rather curt and loud grunt. She had of course bitten the one man who would actually cared for her, the one man who found her interesting enough to be bound to. Warm beads roiled down his arms from his shoulders and if not for the dark hue of the vest which took the bulk of the blood he was wearing it might cause a panic. He heard her chuckle as a rough and quick snap of her toungue cleaned his cuts. never insult a woman, and never make a snake angry
Leather shoes scuffed at the ground and glassy green eyes gazed around as he finished sighing in distate and ignoring her head being just at the cuff at his neck yet just hidden barely by the cloth. One inch, just one inch! and the whole world would be exposed to a snake?! It was as if this, his life companion was working against him. At least he didnt get a dose of her deadly venom with that bite... He had seen many a animal flatly drop dead from a single bite. But he was slowly turning his glare at her into a curious expression as he gazed about at the wonders that were being exhibited. It might have been hard to see his eyes through the covering of his visage but a certain sparkle was their as he enjoyed this display. Swiveling his head slowly from left to right, taking in the elaborate dresses to the queer masks that flocked ever so slowly through the party. It was as if he had walked into a living piece of art, no doubt it would be an abstract one with how bizzarre some of the masks were but it was a wonderous one all the same. He looked around and around trying to find something that would peak at his interest, be it a floor show, a particularly decadent buffet, or perhaps even a particularly alluring woman. His gaze had brought his attention to a sort of odd spectacle. A man, obviously larger and more bound to physical work than him, a rather large feline specimen, and what he had secretly been hoping to find. A very alluring woman.
Black locks swayed back and forth as he approached her slowly from the opposite side of the rather large man. A stoic mask of pure white with a small coil of green stemming from the mask's right eye to about cheekbone level approached her. dark slacks swayed just above silently as he neared her slowly and fluidly. He intended to ask her to dance, what with the slow beat of the waltz playing behind him. A ivory glove slowly made its way infront of himself as he was in front of the woman with the luxirious hair and the lavishly colored mask. May I have this dance? |
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Post by Chastity Geneivive Kiseki on Mar 28, 2010 22:32:50 GMT -5
A royal ball? I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring  And wonderful~ Chastity tapped on the windowsill of the small carriage. Fitted for two, actually having two within it was rather uncomfortable. The entertainer was happy to finally be at her destination, and couldn't wait to get inside. Tonight? She would be entertained instead of entertaining, and it was a good thing too. Her throat was rather strained today, she might have been coming down with something. Over and over her sibling had told her to take it easy, to let herself rest for her upcoming performances next week --and her daemon had warned her as well-- but she wasn't going to miss a welcome to royals; she never had and she wasn't going to start.
So here they were, The man operating the carriage got out to open the door for his passengers. Chastity smiled sweetly, taking his hand and letting him help her onto the pavement. "Why thank you sir, our trip here was comfortable." She said with a little curtsy. Around her neck Token nodded, the white coated weasel giving it's little sign of thanks before settling itself on Chastity's neck again.
Words: 183 Muse: Good ^-^ Quote: Cinderella Mask, Dress [/size] |
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Post by Robyn Angelique on Mar 29, 2010 10:57:39 GMT -5
You sure about this, dear?
When have I ever been wrong? [/color] The lion muttered so quietly. Wearing a black gown with silver diamond beads in corset fashion, Robyn looked at the lion with that intimidating glare and spoke; “Are you dull? No one would ever know even if I had thrown my mask away. Tonight, my name won’t be Robyn Angelique De Guzman.”She turned back to the mirror and tied her hair up neatly in a high pony; letting her curls loose. She then positioned a small yet long diamond studded clip on the middle of her tie, making it seem like a tiara. “But… That man on the streets. He knows your name.” The lion stated. “He does but I didn’t give my last name. Are you belittling my capabilities? Don’t you think I’ve thought this through?”“I’m just making sure. I know your capabilities, I just don’t know if…”“I can pull it off? Well…” she stopped fixing her hair, turned around and motioned to the face of the lion. “… That’s why I have you.” She whispered and petted the lion. She went back fixing her hair while the lion sat there watching her. “Tonight, lion, we’ll be dancing on the floors of our territory. I’ll make sure that we’ll get the respect we deserve for they are merely maids in our pride.” She said with a smile on her face. “If that is what you wish.” He whispered, curled up in his circle and closed his eyes. All he ever wanted was a peaceful and quiet life, but if what pleases her wasn’t what he wanted, it’ll be his most prized joy. The joy of his dearest love is his ever so unconditional excitement as well. …-- masqueradeBALL Lights, music, people. These species joined together in one night, one event. Diversity in a dimension; love in a pool of tragedy. A magnificent lion with his diamond studded collar and silver mask covering his ever so golden eyes slowly paraded through the catwalk of chaos. It was dark outside, but with or without sun a big bulky lion is eye catching and thrilling to the bone, don’t you agree? He walked slowly as if he had a box of diamonds riding his back; but it was more than diamonds, it was a Princess in her silver mask. [/ul][/size]
credits:
Lion image by: crystaldragon.deviantart.com/
Hetalia fan art taken from google.com.
ooc;
omo My head hurts. Alexandre reminds me of Entei. omo
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Post by ADALINDA VON SCHERTZ on Mar 29, 2010 20:56:19 GMT -5
m a s q u e r a d e ! - - - - - - - - - - paper faces on parade !
hide your face, so the world will never find you ! [/i][/font][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] The location was lavished, the music melodic, the atmosphere just simply perfect. Though obviously nothing would ever replace the comfort and familiarity of her own Palace, the English Royalty seemed to have gone all out for the German woman's arrival, which was touching in a sense. Coming to a new country with with a foreign language was nerve wracking on so many levels, even more so when you didn't personally know a soul in said country. Although, maybe Adalinda was just flattering herself. This party wasn't just for her sake - no. It was just an excuse to throw such an enormous bash; it was a chance for the native Englanders, and maybe even people from far away lands like herself, to kick back and relax. Her timing was just a perfect chance for some people to get on the dance floor. So to speak.
Regardless of why exactly an entire masquerade was held, Ada was determined to enjoy it. But first, it probably was best to find her hosts. Looking between her guard and Reinhart, she spoke once more. "Come, ve shoult find Sir Terence and Ledy Chloe." A golden gaze met her's before feline pupils slit and moved away. Just as Ada was about to take a step, however, the arm which she held onto at her left tensed and a low growl escaped the white cat's throat. In the next instant, a gloved hand was extended to her. Blinking in surprise, warm coloured orbs traveled the length of the owner of the hand's arm, then to his shoulder, then finally to his face. Ah, of course, that face was hidden under a mask - one of pristine white and forest green.
"May I have this dance?"
An eyebrow shot high underneath her own mask as Ada took on a surprised expression. Dese people! Foverd, aren't dey? she thought as slowly the smile melted back onto her plump pink lips. Going to greet her hosts could wait for just one dance, couldn't it? Ada slid her hands, clad in high white gloves as well, from her escort's with a nod to him in reassurance. Grinning towards the raven-haired stranger, the Princess gently placed her palm in the outstretched hand. "I don't see vhy no --"
"Ada..." cut a low bass voice rumbled, making the young woman flinch visibly. Not out of fear, however, as the heavy sigh she gave made an air of scolding to her name being said. Amber eyes searching those of the stranger's for a moment, she flashed a smile and turned her head towards the Daemon. Reinhart wasn't looking at her, surprisingly, but at the foreign man in front of the three of them.
"Stille, Reinhart! You vill heff to forgif him, he is neut very friendly," the second part was addressed to her dance partner before she continued on towards the beast. "Ve vill fint the hosts after. Go, vait for me." Using her free hand to place a pat on the still burning eyes of the large cat, Adalina calmly turned her full attention back to the man. "Shall ve?" She noticed now that a slow, romantic waltz was the current music of choice. Hm.
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] -- character ♦ adalina "ada" von schertz !
-- outfit ♦ dress, mask !
-- word count ♦ five hundred thirty eight [538] !
-- status ♦ complete !
-- muse ♦ full !
-- tags ♦ event, open !
-- template by ♦ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♦ phantom of the opera !
-- listening to ♦ family guy, t.v. !
-- notes ♦ (excuse the random replacing of letters in her speech. i tried to make it sound more german-ish. D:) <3 more than i meant to write, but whatevers. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Joel Isaac Levi on Mar 29, 2010 21:37:31 GMT -5
The waltz progessed as it would, slowly yet not quite at a tempo that would bore, neither archaic nor quite modern, played countless times and yet...never quite mundane from these repetitions. It could be of course that it had its variations from musician to musician. But, was it truly not the music that made it constantly superb, was it perhaps the occasions in which it inhabited that added the flavor it needed to change? The people that one would meet and hopefully dance their own rendition to it, their were so many wonderous factors that stemmed from such a simple thing as a repetition of sound. He was now the individual who would put his mark upon the waltz, be it in a subtle and unrecognizable fashion, or in a flamboyant display that would revolutionize the modern word. He would of course soon find out.
He felt her warmth seeping through the ivory barrier that were her dress gloves, he could perhaps feel her heartbeat if he took the time, but he certainly without medical equipment or even the slightest finesse feel that his own had risen. The clasp was electric in a sense, was it because she was beautiful?, was it simply because he was excited, or perhaps even something as basic to human nature as wanting a woman of his own. In all of his years inhabiting this strange world he was still yet to be "experienced". All of this made him ascend his gaze toward what he wanted to be her face, but he was met simply with a manufactured mask. It was not that it was shy in the departments of being well made or tasteful, but a mask can never replace the beauty it hides. So he tried with the might that his eyes seemingly possesed to pierce through the slits of her mask, as if he were to try hard enough it would pop off.
Through his minor trance he could have sworn that she had spoken like that of a deeply bass gifted man, perhaps with a hint of animal on the side? When he peered down through his ivory affixed facade finding a feline specimen of a rather grand scale. It gazed at him through eyes with the hue of gold, with a possible mixture of apprehension, distrust, and perhaps even malicious intent. Glass green met lustrous gold in a stalement of ocular war, he didnt mean to pick a fight with it but he had done nothing to deserve impediment of this scale.
He felt as if he weight were shifting and he knew that she was moving rather awkardly around his body. She had curled from his arm to his back whispering into his ear in a rather hushed tone Mmm so this is the girl you like is it... I don't think she looks quite good enough for you, but perhaps she is wealthy? Mmm I'll let you enjoy your... human dance in peace. A rough toungue flicked at his earlobe as he felt her head retreat and then slither from his body to the ground. He watched from the corners of his eyes as she quickly blended into the scenery. Probably looking for some unlucky mouse I bet
By this time the woman had apologized for the animal. She obviously bore less of a... dislike towards him than her companions. He squeezed her hand gently "Don't blame him, if someone were to come and take a beautiful lady like yourself, well I'd be in the same mood. And yes, let's" He smiled a hidden smile at her, as he gently tugged her towards the area where the median of the dancing took place. One hand clasped in hers, his other hand finding its way to her waist. He drew them in close slowly. I suppose I will lead. One foot forward and their dance began. |
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Post by TERENCE RENARD NOX on Mar 29, 2010 22:00:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO THE SLEEPLESS THIS IS MY REPLY I'LL WRITE YOU A LULLABY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Terence! Oh where art thou Master Terence~!" Stilt like legs hurriedly carried the fox in a wolves clothing down the spacious halls. The pads of anxious paws scampering across the floor echoed as she darted with immense amounts of energy toward her caretaker's room. Where was that filthy rich scoundrel! What a host he was, what a suitor to the throne and everything in between! He was late to his own masquerade. Knowing him she'd get the backlash from it all too, for she was the proper one with manners, while Terence was a little devil who used fear to rule, instead of love. He preached to her it was the only way to rule a country, but she ought to have her own thoughts and opinions, and thus she did.
Nudging her nose through the crack in his door she opened it, and meandered her way into his bedroom before sitting with her plush tail curved around her right hindquarters. “Several of your guests are already here and waiting for you, and among them the princess of Germany. Remember? The mistress you’re supposed to make feel at home tonight.” Amelia popped a cocky grin to mock the young lad who she was unfortunately damned to call her partner. In hand Terence held a pocket watch finely crafted out of pure gold, the hands ticked away while his eyes examined them rather than look upon the actual time.
"Ah, I know. Quit trying to be my mother." In disgust he closed the pocket watch and stuffed it into a pocket on the deluxe vest he wore. Getting up off of the plush couch upon which he sat he snapped his fingers in a quick tempo commanding Amelia to fetch his coat and mask. Lips lifted up and the female wolf protested for a few moments with ears pinned back before getting up, whirling around and grabbing the needed accessories. She held them with care making sure to not ruin the expensive garb. Kneeling at his feet she presented them to him.
While departing from the room Terence took the lush costuming from his counterpart. A pitch black cloak enveloped his frame and a mask lavished in fine jewels and expensive gems concealed his flamboyant facade. "Cheer up, it's your masquerade." Smiling genuinely Amelia wished him farewell and would come downstairs to accompany him later. Terence pranced out of the room and down the corridor, to the stair well and into the room which hosted all the festivity. Harmonies from the orchestra soothed his aching mind and the sent of fine wine coaxed his sense of smell. Multicolor villainous eyes scrounged around searching for this princess of royalty. Hugging it off after moment of searching, Vincent turned toward the wine table.
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STATUS: Complete.
WORDS: 460.
OOC: Sorry my writing is shit here. I had tons of muse just didn't have what it took to dabble it all out creatively.
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Post by isamu on Mar 29, 2010 22:42:13 GMT -5
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The slender body of Isamu was comfortably fit beneath his soft black suit. He'd been saving his money for this. After he'd bought the suit his mother had gotten a hold of it and woven intricate vine-work over the collar and cuffs in the same gold as his hair. A mask was fit over his face. Simple, and of course, gold. It shone softly and had silvery glitter worked into it to form fancy designs, yet still remained simple. It had to be slightly altered by his father to fit over the cloth nose band which he refused to remove, yet it went nicely with the mask, so it mattered little.
The young boy of 19 had stepped quietly into the hall. How grand it was! He'd never been anywhere near anything so beautiful, much less seen something as such. His light green eyes peered out from behind the mask, watching the twirling couples of grand gentlemen and beautiful ladies. He kept the wall, his leather shoes quietly shuffling around. He really had no idea what to do at these kinds of social gatherings. He wasn't much of a social person. He modestly let his head hand low, keeping his eyes to the floor. After all, he was but a middle-classed waiter in the presence of royalty.
Next to him, Umasi - his Daemon - stepped forward on delicate hooves. The doe was a dark gray with a black back fading to a simple gray. There were slight spots and stripes that faded them together. She looked in disgust over the people. Her shoulder nearly came up to his, her head high enough to look into his eyes and even stretch higher if she wished. She was very long and slender with a short body length. "Look at all these fluffed up dresses," she scoffed, "and why do they wear masks? Are they too ugly to show their faces?" she spoke in her smooth, but venomous voice. It rang high like bells but was the same as a death toll for any happy person to come across her. She was a constant downer.
"It's a masquerade ball, you're supposed to wear masks," he said quietly and with patience. He was used to her by now.
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Post by AIDEN BRANT THADDEUS on Mar 30, 2010 0:05:13 GMT -5
NOW THAT THE SMOKE IS GONE
[/font] The chatter of all of the people rushed through his ears, just begging for him to go completely insane. He did not like noisy places, even he didn’t know why he was here, but… there were free beverages. A metallic piece of art covered the front portion of his face. This mask’s base was made of white gems, decorated with two elegant red rubies, acting like the two ogles of a feline in which were fierce, Black gems mimicked the stripe pattern of the beast itself, while two black and white eagle feathers graced the top of the mask where the right ear was placed. The feathers acted like a sign of royalty, even though the mask didn’t mean much to a typical person. He held this delicate beauty with a pole intertwined with red and black ribbons which were left along at the bottom at the rod, not tied. They just dangled there brushing his hand. No one knew what the mask meant… yet.
Blood red audits traveled over to the direction of the beverages table. With a sigh, he began to saunter over to it. His navy blue gown trimmed with gold lining on its edges flowed behind him. His boots he wore tonight were designed for dancing, so he was not quite shy about showing off tonight. When he placed one leg in front of another, he made sure that he didn’t look like a complete idiot in front of everyone. He counted the number of footsteps he had to take before reaching the table; thirty seven, to be exact. Bending over, he examined the goodies that were placed in a pattern. Keeping the mask close to his visage, trying to keep his identity potted. He quickly snatched a piece of vanilla cake, looking around before anyone could notice the crumb on the corner of his mouth. Taking his sleeve, he dusted off his maw before gazing around for the German loyalty of the party. No one else really stood out to him besides his adversary… Terence. Shrugging off his intense stare, he bravely paced himself to over to where the blond man stood.
Stopping immediately in his steps, he noticed a white cloud of fur disappear into the darkness. Unsure of what to do, he gazed to where the mysterious figure was before. It looked relatively recognizable, but it still made him ill at ease.
“Knock it off, Aiden… you’re just seeing things. She wouldn’t show up at an event like this… should she?”[/color] he kept on telling himself these words as he now forcibly toddled over to Terence. Lifting up a finger, covered with a white masking, he gently tapped the shoulder of his rival. He had a plastered smile smeared on his jaws, trying to hide his uneasy feeling of the night, for him, at least.[/size][/font] THIS MUST BE THE WAY DOWN
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Post by ADALINDA VON SCHERTZ on Apr 4, 2010 18:51:35 GMT -5
m a s q u e r a d e ! - - - - - - - - - - paper faces on parade !
hide your face, so the world will never find you ! [/i][/font][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] A charming laugh managed to jump from her lips as her stranger replied to her apology for the large cat. It wasn't so much that it was hilariously funny -- rather, it was giggle-worthy and slightly absurd. Clearly the comment about her supposed beauty was meant to flatter and perhaps even woo her. Ada had heard it all before. It seemed like a natural thing for men to flock to her and try to worm their petty little selves into her heart. But what else could one expect? With no male heir to the German throne, Ada was next in line to rule the country. On top of the power any man would gain from a marriage with her, there would be major wealth and the envy of everyone in the country involved. Through out her teenage years, the princess had been forced to take part in many courtships by her parents; all the boys she had seen were either too arrogant or not interested in her as a person, and thus, she had those all sent away. Those few mature and more humble nobles who happened to be thrust into her path had been looking for too serious of a relationship for her age.
At eighteen, it was surprising that the girl still kept her innocence. The thought of being alone for her life - with nothing to keep her company but the cool golden crown which was waiting for her - scared her to a point where she has cried in the comfort of her mother, (of course, in that aspect, she wouldn't ever be alone. Even when her parents passed from old age or otherwise, she would always have Reinhart. But of course, he would never admit any sort of love for her so that didn't really satisfy her need). And yet, the the thought of a physical relationship scared her, too. If it weren't for the fact that men seemed to rush women when it came to that, maybe she wouldn't have panicked and sent those otherwise nice court members who she had spent time with. Although Adalina was quiet, she wasn't necessarily shy. But it...it was just something she couldn't face yet. She wanted to find a man who would rather love her than take advantage of her in the various ways that they could.
A gentle hand wrapped around her own and Ada came back to the present. While she did not curl her fingers around his in return, (the thoughts that had been just running through her head prevented her from doing so. Although the stranger may not have heard this party was for the German princess or even just didn't associate her with royalty, there was still a nagging need to be somewhat cautious. So much for having so much fun) she did offer another visible smile. "You are too kint,"
"Schmutziger Blutegel..." that same low bass spat with another rumbling growl. The male cat hadn't bothered to learn much English despite coming to Britain; he hadn't seen the point in the both of them going through gruesome lessons of such a complex and unnecessary language. Just as Adalina was being pulled onto the dance floor by the fair skinned man, she made a childish face at the large wildcat and nodded both Reinhart and her body guard who spoke just as little English towards a corner where she would meet them after her dance.
And then the two humans were suddenly in close proximity of one another. With her heels, Ada was only about an inch shorter than her male partner so she could easily reach up to put a hand on his shoulder, (which luckily for the both of them, wasn't crusting with blood from a wound Ada hadn't the faintest idea existed) and put leave the other in the grasp of a larger hand. A grip snaked to her waist she was given consolation that she wouldn't be the one leading. It was funny -- with the many, many parties she's had to attend through out her lifetime, she probably could've lead if need be. But for now, the maiden simply followed with a practiced ease.
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center] -- character ♦ adalina "ada" von schertz !
-- outfit ♦ dress, mask !
-- word count ♦ six hundred ninety eight [689] !
-- status ♦ complete !
-- muse ♦ overflowing !
-- tags ♦ event, open !
-- template by ♦ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♦ phantom of the opera !
-- listening to ♦ none, no one !
-- notes ♦ (excuse the random replacing of letters in her speech. i tried to make it sound more german-ish. D:) if you're wondering, "schmutziger blutegel" means "filthy leech". lulz. reinhart is one bastard cat. 8U and fffff. don't feel the need to post to my word count, lovies! i'm just very museful today. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Joel Isaac Levi on Apr 4, 2010 22:23:30 GMT -5
The beat had grown louder since it had started when the dance was signalled to start.He felt within his body the rythym of the music and he let it occupy his thoughts, one by one pressing matters, basic needs, thoughts of a variety natures, and ultimately every worry was replaced by the simple contortion of a variety of shaped metals. Each note that was drawn out by the nimble and dexeterous gloved fingers of the musicians were unique in their own way yet they all formed together in a set out order. They came together as individual notes and ended as a euphony that caressed his sense of hearing.
He exhaled softly, the music bringing out various feelings and emotions. He was swamped with the wonderous sound. Is this what royalty is able to experience whenever they please? Despite being of the upper class he was not used to the things that great fortune could afford. He had always had a decent grip around his wallet, abstaining from anything that he thought he didnt absolutely needed, some called him smart, others called him a boring spender. This was in fact his first ball that he was able to attend. He felt... out of place, awkward, yet he felt happy, excited, even giddy. He wasn't sure who he was dancing with, why she was here, he was just happy that she helped him experience these things. If she could see past his mask (It covers his face except for his eyes) she would one of the most sincere smiles he had ever worn. He wished that he could hug this complete stranger he was dancing with but that he guessed might be very controversial to the standard waltz dance etiquette.
For a second he slipped into a trance and that is when he made his first misake, His ankle shot to the side a bit too soon and he tripped. By the grace of god he had managed to steady himself instead of toppling to the ground and probably hurting his partner as well. His mask served a multitude of purposes now, it hid his red flushed face, it made him anonymous and once he took it off he would no longer be the only man who tripped at the ball, he would be Joel once more. He was sure at least that only she had saw him make the mess up but he was still embarrassed. He made a nervous chuckle "Sorry, this would be my first ball. I hope you don't mind having the clumsy partner to dance with. I only chose to lead because I beleive it is proper manners but now im reconsidering it." He averted his gaze slightly but hopefully not enough to openly show her that he was embarrassed. "Is this your first ball as well?" He asked looking to see if someone could empathize with the emotions he had about the event.
"Haha, look at him.. he actually tripped in the middle of the dance. He is probably a total klutz without me balancing him. Still... why would he choose her, whats so special about her individually. She doesnt have scales, her skin is all smooth and her pupils are circular, for god's sake her toungue isnt even forked! I swear I dont understand his tastes. Someday I'll find a nice scaley woman and he'll be head over heels for her. *sigh* I could use a man myself..." She slithered away from her viewing point to elsewhere. Nobody seemed to notice her thankfully, otherwise their might be an upstart or a corpse.
He observed several couples execute a spin with their partner and he in turn attempted to try the same. He succeeded in twirling her. I suppose the footwork is the fault I should work on He watched her golden hair twirl as her mask dissapeared then re-appeared. But this was the only move he was getting off without a hitch. "I know this may sound...a bit late, but would you mind leading. Id rather not trip a second time, the next time we might actually go down" He chuckled lightly as the tempo of the band grew faster and the dance became much more complex.
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Post by CHLOE ABIGAIL WINDSOR on Apr 9, 2010 2:08:43 GMT -5
   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, the night is young. A pale moon had risen to creep inside and infilitrate the psych of all who dared enter her newly awarded quarters. The grand halls were alight in golden pools, skewed with ruby, sapphire, and emerald thrown about by jewels of all sizes that adorned the walls. Tonight would be the grandest night of them all as her first masquerade, hosted by yours truly. And of course, the betrothed Terence. Splendid in outward appearances with manners and appeal to most commoners. A different tale was told however, when a pair of dark seductive eyes were cast her way. However brilliant these musings were, though, they were best kept inward. For now it was time to go to the masquerade which she was hosting. Oh, the lovely ring that held. Oh, Terence, where could you be? A darkness was beginning to brew in her eyes seeing as how she couldn't find her intended. He was needed so that they could dance together. Guests were arriving at a rapid pace. "Madame, you really must go down. As you are aware, you're guests are arriving. I'm sure Terence is either in his room or already downstairs entertaining." An annoyed huff of air passed between pale lips. The clack of hooves came daintily behind her, gradually catching up to be beside her. Of course, he was right, but that didn't mean she had to approve of his antics. While he was generally correct she didn't enjoy being wrong. Sighing she nodded curtly to the buck and strode down the stairs. "I will leave you to your party, I don't enjoy all the commotion that a party entails. Should you need me, you can find me in your room." Again, a nod was given. Incessant chatter had already begun as the musicians tuned up for the first dance. And there was her fiance, standing at the wine table. By the way the material swished she could have been any pretty young thing. The way the heels clicked on the polished floor sent out an ominous ring that only Terence would understand. Gloved hands slowly slipped into the crook of his bent arm as he raised a wine glass, holding the appendage as he allowed the sweet poison to drip down his gullet. "Terence, here you are. The dances are about to start, and we must lead them." Gently she tugged at his arm, the half mask mostly hiding the way her eyes were glinting, in both annoyance and anticipation. She would definitely need to shape this man up. No royal husband of hers would be a lazy art freak who steals money from others to make a profit. [/size][/blockquote] |
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