SEPTEMBER MASQUERADE BALL---------- vampires only!

[Ali Ambrose]

Staring up at the stars she couldnt help but remember her days back in Montana. Her foster parents had adopted her when she was eleven from that orphanage in Vegas. She hadnt ever seen so many stars before in her life. Her memories from Paris hadnt come back to her yet and wouldnt for many years later. But even now that she could remember star gazing in Paris, nothing compared to that country side in Montana. The stars seemed to just...glow. Take up the whole world.

These stars here in New York were beautiful as well, but the city lights covered up most of them. You could only see the strongest and brightest ones. If you wanted to really star gaze, you needed to get away from the city. Go someplace where only a few houses were and there were miles on miles of endless sky. Then the tiny ones you could see. You could see the constellations and the way of how they blinked and faded at times. Maybe even catch a falling star.

She was so distracted by the stars and her singing that she didnt hear Vic come out. Only when he sat down next to her and started to take off his jacket did she notice him. Her head tilted to the side he was one and she gave him a gentle smile. He always knew where to find her. And then again, he probably had noticed her leaving. She hadnt gone very far. Just a few steps away from the ball itself. She could still hear the music from inside and the chatter from people mingling.

Watching him lay down next to her smiled widened and she glanced back up at the stars. Nodding at his words she would have replied but then he started to sing. And she loved his voice. It was soft and gentle and pulled you in. He really could have sang at his bar if he so chose. She also loved to hear him play his guitar. His most prized possession. He was so skilled at almost anything he did. Skilled fighter, skilled player and singer. Skilled dancer. Was there anything he couldnt do?

When he offered his hand to her she took it of course and followed his lead, standing up and being pulled right into the steps while he continued to sing. On one spin she noticed a bit of grass fly from her skirt and she had to chuckle at that. Knowing Rose, when she went back in there, if there was the slightest bit of dirt or anything that made her dress look messy, she would be fuming and probably make her go change into something else. On any other day, Rose probably had a pair of extra clothes. But she wouldnt have an entirely new dress on hand. So Ali wasnt to worried.

Dancing with her husband was what she was thinking about currently. And listening to him singing to her. She loved him so much and she would do anything to protect him. Anything at all. When the dance came to a stop and he bowed to her she pulled him close by his hand and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Without the heels on she was her normal small height and so she couldnt quit reach his cheek. "It was beautiful love." She told him softly and then pulled him back over to where they had been sitting. "Time to go back in before people start to wonder."

Grabbing her shoes from the ground, she placed them back on her feet and then she grabbed his coat and tie and offered them out to him before snatching up her mask and his. The mask fit back over her eyes, she was ready to go back into that ball with a smile on. Hopefully, things were a lot better then when she had left the place.

[derek]

The place really was buzzing with people. They were starting to split off into groups and chat with people they knew even behind the masks. Of course, people would know their friends by scent. But it wasnt just friends you could encounter here. He knew that for a fact. He knew that you could really meet anyone at all here. Enemies, friends, future friends. Maybe even some family members that you hadnt seen in a while. But unfortunate for him, he didnt know anyone around in this ball for the vampires. Or so he thought.

Without really meaning to, he was paying attention to that little group of people that had caught his attention when he first arrived. The three females and the male. As he noted earlier, the hostile mood was rising and he was pretty sure it would snap any minute. When his gaze left the group for a minute, he heard a slap ring out and he peeked back to notice the end of the argument. The taller blonde woman had smacked the shorter one with a full mask on. There was some yelling and then the tall one stormed off.

His natural instinct was to try and figure out what was wrong and comfort people, but seeing as he didnt know them, he figured that might not be the smartest thing to do. They probably wouldnt appreciate it to much. And they seemed to be working out on their own anyway. The clicking of heels notified that the smaller blonde was going after the taller one. Maybe to apologize? Hopefully not another fight. This was supposed to be a happy day. Not a gloomy one.

Another waitress walked by but instead of champagne in these glasses it was dark red liquid that he knew by the smell and sight was blood. Snatching up the new glass he placed his empty one on the tray and smiled at the girl as she gave him a look. It wasnt like he had knocked the tray over. But he sipped from the little glass and then turned slightly when he heard his name being called. Someone knew him here? Now that was a surprise. And what was even more surprising was the fact that it was the little pixie like brunette he had noticed in the small group.

Something was slightly familiar about her and he couldnt quit put his finger on it. He looked through his memories and then finally realized who she was. "Ali. What a pleasant surprise." He grinned at the girl and then noted she hadnt changed a bit. Not even for a vampire. She was the same sweet little girl he remembered when she worked for him. She had been eighteen at the time, a little shook up and still learning the ways of being a vampire. But she had been an excellent worker. One of his best. He had been sad to see her go.

Her personality really hadnt changed at all. When she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the smaller group of people he chuckled slightly and sipped a little more blood from his glass. He noted that the smaller blonde had returned to the group. She really was stunning. Even when he couldnt see her face from behind the mask. He was going to ask who everyone was but Ali beat him in the introductions. He was pleased to hear she had gotten married and the man seemed kind enough even though he seemed a bit bothered at the moment.

Vic also had that new vampire smell. He had just been turned. But his attention went back to Rose. His smiled widened and he chuckled softly. "Pleased to meet the both of you. And Ms. Decumbry, I have heard of you before. I wouldnt doubt everyone in London has heard of you." He told her kindly, taking her hand and placing a small kiss to it after her curtsy. She seemed around his age. Maybe older in vampire years. And he could smell the similarities in Ali and Rose. Oh yes. These two were related. And Rose, actually, filled in the blank. "Cousin? Interesting. She was one of my best workers when she worked in my restaurant." He told her and gave a small wink to Ali.

But he shifted his attention back to Vic, shook his hand and then nodded when he said he would go get drinks. Even though he already had one. Watching him leave, he also noticed that Ali seemed to fall in spirits and before anyone spoke up she left, leaving Rose and him alone. Her husband came back and then soon followed after. "Well. Seems like its only you and I Rose." He told her and turned back to look at her. She really was stunning. And she had beautiful eyes and her hair was perfection. "Might I say you look stunning."

[Rose Decumbry]

"Pleased to meet the both of you. And Ms. Decumbry, I have heard of you before. I wouldn't doubt everyone in London has heard of you." She smiled a little, shying her face away from him for a minute. "Why thank you, I do try to play it down. Our paparazzi is particularly rude." She purred the last word out, followed by a short laugh. It must've been true, she was known. But she mostly was known in London. America? South America? Africa? Was she known there? Australia? World known? She liked to think she was most of the time, but never really checked. When he kissed her hand, Rose could have guessed they shared a similar time. They were both born into a time period where it was proper to do so. Curtsy, and kiss the hand of the maiden you greeted. So he wasn't much older, or younger than her she could have guessed. The way he carried himself, but by the smell of him, he wasn't originally from London. He was an 'import' someone who moved from another part of Europe, to another part. It wasn't really a bad thing, but some people in London, didn't want 'imports' there. Rose liked this 'import' especially well. "Cousin? Interesting. She was one of my best workers when she worked in my restaurant." Rose's eyebrows raised. So he was working with money? A restaurant? What type? Was it good? All these questions she wanted to ponder him with, wanted to speak to him with. "My little cousin..she doesn't take advantage of my financial state..I refused to let her pay for that wedding of hers.." She smiled a little, eyes gleaming, remembering how beautiful that night was. Ali looked stunning, and so happy. So why bother her with the expenses? Rose had no limit back then, and if Ali needed money, there would be no limit then. No limit would really exist in Rose's world.

Like there would be..

"Well. Seems like its only you and I Rose." You and I. I and you. We. Us. She lost her cool, and control, blinking a little rapidly. She looked around, realizing just that. "Why...I guess we are.." She said, the hand he kissed fluttering to her bare chest. She turned back, to find his eyes sweeping her face. Not ever before had she felt so naked and beautiful at the same time. "Might I say you look stunning." She looked down, looking at her gown. It was something she'd had for a certain amount of time, bought just because she didn't want anyone to have it. A one of a kind deal. "That means a lot, seeing how you can only see my eyes..who knows? I might be ridiculously hideous underneath this mask?" The hand fluttered up further, to rest against the mask. She looked out toward the bare dance floor. Then back to the man standing before her. "Care for a dance?" She said, her eyes sliding to him. Usually, it was tradition for the male to ask the woman. But she wanted her mind off of so many things.

She wrapped her arms around his, getting lost endlessly in his eyes. And led to the dance floor they were. A song had just ended, and the tempo to the song playing now, was slowed down to a very slow, but dancable pace. Gown sweeping she faced him, realizing now just how tall he was.

Tall.

Her hand found his right shoulder, her hand twined with his. She peered at him, his eyes attracting her more and more with each passing moment. She would have smiled at him, but he wouldn't see it. So she did what she was good at. Smiling with her eyes. "Hope you can keep tempo." The music began, and Rose took a step back, spinning as the steps were. Step back, spin. Step right, spin. Step up, spin. Step back, spin. It repeated itself over and over again. She looked at him, the steps memorized. Being the socialite she was, it was required she learned steps to almost every dance. Or look a fool.

She preferred to look classy and beautiful. Now wasn't a time for talking, but bonding. Not the typical bonding. No words would be spoken, nor should they have been. Dances never really had talking while dancing. They were too seperate things. She took a step up, and spun.

[Darien Greer]

Darien smiled happily when Sevanni basically allowed him free reign of the party. He was free to do whatever he wished, he felt like a child on Christmas morning. He sat through introductions to Helena Kyle and Shaden Grace, they were incredibly beautiful people and they were also important to Sevanni so he paid attention and tried to make nice.

Then he was approached by two men who did not look like they had anything good planned for him. At the mention of Aubrey Mayor's name he had all the proof of that he needed. He smiled slowly at the two men and then in the direction of Miss Mayor herself. He wasn't afraid of her, Darien was afraid of only one thing, and that was losing Sevanni's favor.

"Well gentleman, I know this isn't quite the answer you were wanting to hear, but I could frankly care less about what Miss Mayor wants." He put as much sarcasm as possible on her name. How dare they look down on him, at least he had the excuse of being owned by Sevanni to explain his behavior. They were slaves to Aubrey simply because of who that woman was, hardly worth it.

However, Aubrey had always had that ability, that effect on young men. Schuyler was an obvious example of that. Thinking about the poor boy made him rethink his decision.

He had taken Aubrey's most prized possession, and he did feel bad for that. But she of all people should know how hard it was to say no to Schuyler's blue eyes and puppy dog face. She probably wouldn't understand if he tried to explain it to her, but Darien was happier having taken his punishment from Sevanni, maybe he could attempt to do the same with Aubrey.

"You know what boys, I've changed my mind. Lead me onward to your fair mistress, she and I have some catching up to do." He almost felt sorry for these, two more in a long line of pets and 'free' slaves. She would toss them aside one day too, it was just what she did. Aubrey couldn't help it. As much as she might love something at first, eventually she always blew it.

She always crushed it to bits.

He motioned to Kane and Abel to lead the way, yes he would face Miss Mayor, but this night had proven that he was back in Sevanni's favor, at least a little bit. So she would be hard pressed to do anything to him that he didn't want done.

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

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KANE & ABEL NO LONGER BELONG TO AUBREY MAYOR

[4 8ROK3N M1ND [P.S.I.C.H.I.]]

The Men in the Glass Mask and Camouflage

He didn’t know what he was doing here. He would rather not be here. But the invitation came, and Ichabod HAD to go. It was the one think he looked forward to every year since they started it. It was better than being with five personalities, one you despise with a passion greater than the burning fires in the depths of hell, and the other four just drive you the point that you can’t take it anymore.

He never asks for much anyway. He in fact doesn’t ask for anything aside from not driving him crazy… however that is suppose to work.

He didn’t feel like being recognized, especially since he was recently taken as Sevanni’s new play toy. He would rather be the guy in the weird mask and suit.

He sighed and walked around, remembering the good old days when he was in love. Oh how could he have lost her so long ago? What had happened? It was a long time ago, but it felt like only yesterday.

He snapped out of it and decided to go and converse with the people there. He didn’t know many people… in fact, he knew no one there. This was probably the only time he ever made ANY sort of contact with any person, be they human, vampire, or werewolf.

As he made his way through the crowd and mingled, his mind continued to wonder what ever happened to her.
If only he could remember her name…

It was childish to wish, but maybe she was still out there.

’You’re weak Ichabod.’
‘And you, who does nothing but crave the destruction of others to satisfy his own desires blindly, are the strong one?’
‘I don’t let my emotions rule me.’
‘Neither do I, but just like you, you reminisce over your old memories, as I do now.’
‘Regardless, you hold on to something that will never be.’

Ichabod stayed quiet. There was nothing he could say other than it was true… But still, everyone had their dreams… this was his.

[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

It was a dark night, but the stars were barely visible above. The lights of New York illuminated the City and made it seem next to day. New York City was not Roxanne Bellatrix Gregory's prefered destination, she liked quiet and darkness at night. But this visit was important, she reminded herself, stepping out of the limosuene that had driven her up to the building - this was attendance to one of the most exciting events she had ever imagined. She hadn't been to a masquerade in a long time.

Her pitch black, long hair was curled, cascading down her back past the start of her dress...Yes, her dress, the one she had spent for ever looking for. Black with such shining gold that when she saw it she knew it must be the one, and it was - perfectly matching her mask. Her mask, which had been resting on top of her head she now put over her eyes, coving her identity. Her favorite object out of this heavily thought over outfit was, in fact, the smallest. A tiny golden chain hung from her neck, bearing the weight of a heart-shaped locket made entirely out of ruby. She wore the empty locket as a sign that she was truely isolated, immortal and alone in this huge world, and had yet to put some one's picture inside, the face of someone she was capable to have love for.

She stepped out onto to street in her gold heels (and smiled when she heard them click loudly), then glanced up at the monument she was about to enter. It was huge, and the guards at the doors were mainly for show. She flashed her pointly teeth at them snd was admitted into a hall that was magical, lined with carpet and chandeliers. Imagine what the ballroom will be like, she thought to herself, but couldn't. Her eyes were bright as she walked to the end of the empty corridor, to the tall doors that were opened for her by another set of gaurds, and she got ready to look natural for what was coming up. Unfortunatly she couldn't.

Crystal Chandeliers hung from the painted ceiling, so high that she was sure from the top she would look like a tiny barbie doll. Tall Windows overlooked a garden that apparantly was around the whole construction, and tons of vampires were already inside the ball room, dancing to the music coming from above or just talking to their fellow friends that they had recognized. Bellatrix held in her gasp and boldly walked forward into the crowds. She felt so small.

She felt foolish. She didn't know anyone here, and felt equivelent to the humans wandering around by them selves among all the important vampires here. Why did she even come, thinking it would be so exciting? Now she was lonely and, assuming she'd be a wallflower all night, clicked over to wall in a spot the light from the chandeliers wouldn't reach.

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We Girls make a big deal about our dresses

And Our Masks

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

and i've been dying to get out,

but that might be the death of me

Browsing around the big ballroom, a small group is gathering which garners attention from the curious Isabella. However good tonight is, something feels very odd and feels like the hairs at the back of her neck are standing on end, trying to spot what it is before it becomes too late. Suddenly as she is standing there, everything is frozen for a second in her world. Yet another game of mental Russian Roulette as her personalities seem to have picked up on it before she could decipher it. Something is wrong around here that is causing her to wish to shift hours ahead of time and possibly keep this up. Not having seen or heard anything in particular, this sends her insides to a frenzied start, confused upon the disturbance. The dust is roaring as each of the other seven women vie for majority control, until finally the cloud starts to thin out and seven major voices are letting out a groan, always hating letting Siti be the one atop them all, as she is too goody too shoes for the rest.

One new person had entered the ballroom that wasn't encountered before, but the thought of that brings no disturbance as no human or vampire has ever thrown her personas off balance before. The thought seems to plague her however as she thinks back through her three thousand plus years to try and remember all the major men in her life. The one significant figure hasn't appeared yet tonight, his features so distinguished and able to be recalled, as she remembers the man who is her brother that she loves so much. Having never shown or told him about their little secret, his lust for her was always put out when one of them wound up separating themselves. In his shadow is another figure from when she was young, his name she can't seem to recall. The height is about right, but it has been so long she doesn't know about the build. Such a mystique around him makes a promise to check him out later on, one of few times Siti will actually go out of her way to bump someone when it is safe in a way, allow her to quickly apologize and maybe strike a small convo.


Sending that task to the lower part of the nights list, the big confusion is of the small gathering. Looking at them, it is the challenge to figure out whom is whom. With drink in hand, Siti walks across the floor with impeccable grace, her heels never seeming to make a noise as she walks along in style. Making sure to twist her body properly in the smallest of motions, none of the waiters or waitresses seem to bump into the vampire, always avoiding her in ways they didn't see or understand totally. With the group in close view, Isabella has her plan in motion, trying to catch a few words as she looks towards a waiter that has come to her, quickly sending him off with the task to get some meaningless food for her system. Standing about, the hint comes from this one male, him saying the name of whom she was seeking, the newlywed Ali Ambrose. Seeing her already inside the small gathering, shutting off that path for now is good. Having figured out which one it was upon his line of sight, her dress is easy to remember for when not so clustered. Disturbances aren't a nice thing for Siti, refusing to disrespect manners and etiquette whenever possible.


Setting forward upon her path, the young Siti is now destined to search out the mysterious man she gazed upon only two minutes before. His mask, so elegant in design, but simplistic enough for access to much. The tuxedo he wore, shaping him just right, the body easy to recall as the way it would usually make her flush otherwise full of color. Composure given by her sisters as they try to refer to themselves usually, she relies on them for assistance. The biggest assistance of the seven girls comes from an unlikely place, Edjo. Her confidence radiates strong as she knows this man would be achievable, as Edjo hasn't had much pleasure for herself as of late, wishing to quench the thirst with something that isn't blood. This gives a boost for Siti, as she knows with the help of her sister she usually wishes to never trust, going forth is possible.


Walking towards him, she catches the sight of the waiter coming towards her with food, but she sends him away with a flick of her hand, pointing towards a table for him to place it on. Knowing she won't actually go towards it, someone else will graciously throw it away later. Managing to circle about this handsome figure, she catches a path and steps towards him. Nerves starting to scream towards her, her sisters are all fried together, none of them seeming to focus as confusion is rattling them. An imbalance in the field about them, they struggle to figure out what it is which causes this mass hysteria. As they manage to bump into the man, the girls all seem to recognize something, but the clues aren't about yet. Is he meaning something, or is it others within the vicinity? "Excuse me, sorry I bumped into you." says the ever so delicate Siti, trying to be perfect, but yet her levels of adrenaline raised as she feels it there too. His voice could be key, so keeping him there could be the solution. "Interested in sitting down for a drink and talk maybe for my rudeness?"


Content with herself having asked the question, Siti looks towards him and awaits his reply. Something is super wrong. The dust is kicking up again. The sisters don't know what is going on, but inside them is a glow surrounding them. Isis is radiating beams brighter than the sun., She somehow manages to overthrow Siti and take her place back as the dominant one. Yelling is taking rapid pace, before Isis opens her mouth and screams at all of them. Looking towards her most caring sister, she quickly explains even she is confused, truthfully not knowing what caused this. Is this the man the problem or is it something else?

Status: Second ball post done.
Credit: Jared Clarkson
Muse: Full of it
Word count: 1339 with coding
Outfit: mask
Dress

Tag: Psi
Song credit: relient k - be my escape
Notes: Up to you to take it bro.