Something Isn't Right [Isabella]

[anna]

The night could have been silent; almost deafening, if it weren’t for the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the hard concrete sidewalks. Coats and umbrellas flooded the streets, as the people hastily made their way to their destinations. A little rain was not going to get in the way of hectic schedules Though the streets were wet and dangerous, the drivers didn’t even bother to decrease their speed, whooshing through the roads as if catching a plane that’s about to leave. Amidst the hustle and bustle, a frail figure continued walking, with a black umbrella in hand, and wrapped in a chocolate brown coat. With her head bowed down, Anna Glasgow made her way through the crowd.

“Excuse me,” she said softly when she bumped someone’s shoulder. She gazed to the things around her; where did she belong here? She felt misplaced, like the only crow in the middle of white doves, the only colored piece of clothing in the laundry pile of while clothes. Her chest expanded slightly as she took in a deep breath. The smell of coffee stirred nostalgia inside her; she easily remembered her life before. It wasn’t that significant. In fact, it was very far from perfect. They weren’t the richest family, nor the most good, nor the most known. They were…a little below average. Her eyes were opened to a life that was not at all easy, but still she kept a positive attitude towards all the impediments that came her way. And that’s how she came to be when she grew up.

Life was not full of fairytales; this she always knew. But she truly did enjoy life. She didn’t want to waste time on regrets and sadness. Instead, she wanted to celebrate every moment she was alive. It was the principle that reigned in her life. The soft tap-tapping sound her heels made as she walked made its way to her ears, and soon it became part of the music of the rain and the people and cars around her. Her brown hair was let loose, dangling down her spine, framing her innocent little face. Anna’s eyes seemed to have been easily distinguishable from the inky blackness of the night, as they silently scanned the busy streets. She inserted one of her hands in her coat pocket, and gripped her umbrella tightly, protecting herself from the rain and cold. She wanted to go home. But she needed to be somewhere else.

She let out a stressed sigh as she continued walking, glancing at her wristwatch every once in a while. She didn’t want to be late. A friend had invited her to a little occasion; a modern masquerade. It wasn’t her place in society, but she couldn’t find the heart to refuse. Anna looked up, the view of a fancy hotel meeting her eyes. She wasn’t excited at all; yet she had this undefined, odd feeling. She couldn’t help but have second thoughts about going in. Her conscience won over, and she took a step inside, taking off her coat and leaving her umbrella. Fixing her little dress, her mind drifted way from her odd thoughts, and instead was focused on her looking like she belonged here. Though she knew she did not.

Anna ran her fingers through her hair as she walked, letting them rest on her right shoulder. Her heart beat fast; she knew this didn’t feel right. But she was there. She couldn’t turn back. Not now. As she approached the doors, two men opened them, and she smiled as a small gesture of gratitude. Music played; and she lifted her hand to her face, covering the upper half of her face in a simple mask. No one knew who she was.

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

A dreary forecast was set a week ago for tonight, and the weathermen were actually right in their predictions, something that is uncommon everywhere. The moods of fellow people around usually seem to reflect a good part based on the weather, however tonight doesn't seem to be as much, many invited to a masquerade that is being held to benefit something or another. For a mere ticket that costs a person only a few bucks, many are willing for a night of fun as the musical entertainment is free.

Sloshing along the streets of Paris, cars are buzzing around like it is high noon, not worrying about the splashes of water sent upon the sidewalks and what pedestrians they might effect. So the only worthy form of travel without risking the chance of the attire being ruined is by vehicle herself, and Isabella has managed a nice little settlement throughout the world, let alone here in Paris, a place known for love. Such a feeling that is so vast and hard to define, having thought young Millicent was one for her, but the girl tapered off before nights end. Ruining her fun once more, her body is conflicted as each side is hurt, but she is looking for someone who might be able to comfort her. Luckily, for such an exquisite night, Layla is the one out inside her, the quietest and calmest of the eight sisters as she refers to them inside her. However, with it being a masquerade and already not being a big name inside the Paris circle, Layla feels a bit more comfortable as she knows these people shall not be as prone to noticing her allowing her to open up.

It has been a hard task, but setting up a small coalition of humans wolves and vamps was a success in some parts of the world. luckily, Paris is one of them, so a small monetary donation has made it possible to achieve borrowing a wolf for tonight as a driver. Thankfully he was already set into a limo service, so it made just that much easier instead of requiring a taxi. So going to this little masquerade, Isabella was in the back of a small stretch limo, enjoying herself as she was allowed to relax for now. having just recently fed before coming for this, the rosy color added into her cheeks makes her feel satisfied, the poor cow left cast aside in the back country roads as she fed off it.

Finally arriving in front of the hotel where it is being held, the limousine slowly creeps up to the point where the awning meets the curb, allowing her the easiest access. A gentleman approaches her door and she greets him with a smile as he opens it, umbrella in hand to help her step under the awning without getting herself wet. Stepping out, her turquoise heels show first, followed soon by a bright pair of green tights. that go up a little bit, before fading into the dark green of a trench coat she has worn. A slight chill in the air has helped her decide for such wear, covering herself more just to keep from the cold. Sure, to a vampire it really doesn't matter whether it is below freezing, or the middle of the hottest nights of summer, but proper etiquette over the years teaches one how to fit in better.

As she reaches the front doors of the hotel, Bella watches as two men dressed truly prim and proper open the doors for her, as Layla awes inside her head at such great looks around her. A deep red carpet on the floor guides the way to where the ballroom is, the dance being the big part of the night. However, the first part is to get rid of her trench coat and get to what she is originally wearing, to better fit in. before taking off the trench completely and handing it to one of the hotel staff, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a big pair of Dolce and Gabbana aviator sunglasses. The brightness of the lights are good enough to have use for these glasses, dimming it down to a good enough amount. With them on, Layla feels comfortable enough within herself without the assistance of others to peel away everything else.

As the trench coat comes off, it reveals the leggings go up to mid thigh, before they are covered behind a dark green skirt. With the modesty of covering herself properly down low, the next thing worth catching is the bag she is carrying, a deep emerald green in color to further accentuate her uniformity better. One thing truly sticks out in the whole thing, which is white gloves, of which are disappearing behind the edges of a green silk cardigan. The lack of color is different compared to the rest, while adorning a moth shaped ring which costs well above what the average person there is probably wearing in total together. The cardigan is modest in shape, but leaves a vast amount of chest spilled before, left open to the naked eye if not for a lighter green ruffled blouse. To help further hold the cardigan however, Isabella has placed a crab shaped brooch a little higher than the final button, offering more closure.To top it off, white angel winged shaped earrings and a deep green velvet bow in the hair, her outfit is complete.

Finally able to truly call her outfit complete, Isabella slowly walks through the double doors in front of her, relishing in the slight breeze as they close behind her, looking at the lavish settings before her. Such great people, willing to do it for a great cause, but not knowing that she is just one of probably few there for entertainment only. Except her form is different than most. With her form, comes different ways to see it to the public, but who cares what they think, when they won't know ever.

Set forward hidden behind her glasses, her eyes unable to be registered as the lens' are dark enough to hide them she sets into the mass of people, some dancing, others trying to possibly find one they know. Instead of trying to just mingle and see what is going on, the throng of people that is more clustered towards the outside, the loners and such is what is more intriguing. Those who come either by themselves or invited by someone they know, however not seeing them, instead mingling around the edges and unsure what to be doing much. A few people catch her eye, a few guys apparently looking at her, and she looks back, although deep down alot of her is disgusted with it. The ladies around these edges however, yummy is the only word for them. One in particular, a youngish girl with one hand over half her face to cover it is looking really appealing. nothing glamorous, but she doesn't need such effects.

Seeing her location, it is easy to access her without really seeming odd, as the young girl is near the punch bowl. Walking over, Layla looks down into the liquid as the other minds try and shout to her not to do anything, but after centuries of such torture from each other, she blocks them out. Without a worry, she grasps a small crystal cup and ladles out some for herself. Moving to the side, she takes a sip out of it, as she realizes her person is almost right next to her. "So, come here by yourself," she asks to the young girl, "or are you waiting for someone?"

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