Decumbrey Ball(open to all vampires and wereolves)

[Rose Decumbry]

Ball room

A small blood bath to the far right, and a regular bar to the far left. There is a small orchestra playing soft music at the centre back. There are human blood donors, in the back room. Outside the ballroom/ palace is a scenic garden with all types of flowers imaginable.

The dress attire, is Victorian, so gowns and tuxedo's are in full mode.

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[Rose Decumbry]

(It's just you and me dancing in this dream)
"whatever you do, don't wake me up"

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Oh! What a beautiful place this had turned out to be! It’d been years, almost a century even! But even with recent events, she’d decided to suck it up and deal with it. Letters had been written, questioning why she hadn’t held the ball. Her father had. Why couldn’t she? She sighed, tracing her hands over the beaded breast, red velvet with golden jewels that matched her full but slim skirt that fanned out around her small but reproving frame. Her golden and somewhat tamed hair had been curled to a maximum. A group of royal families approached her, smiling those toothy grins they all loved. They had them perfected to a science, it was almost sickening. But the crown on her head, matched theirs somewhat. Original royal families of Canterbury London. She remembered these people, from distant and brief memories of her lifetime, her mortal lifetime. They embraced her, the spicy scents that she hadn’t sniffed in a while, came back to her. “Hello Rose Decumbrey. It has been awhile since we’ve seen your beautiful face. My oh my, when was the last time we saw you? When you were just a young kid, 5 years of age.” The man had a grown in white beard, as he brushed his lips across her cheek. One of her father’s friends, despite his unloving nature towards her, his friends had been a father instead. This man, Charles, had been her favorite. Mainly, he had two grown daughters, both twice her senior, standing quietly behind him. “Charles Aronda, how nice to see you again. You haven’t aged in a bit. Your presence is greatly appreciated her. I feared no one would show. I have seem to fallen off the face of the earth recently.” His laughed bellowed through the ballroom, filing over the quiet chatter of the immortal. “My dear Rose Marie, you will never disappear in my heart or soul. You are practically family to us.” He embraced her again, before swiftly leaving. Rose let her eyes wander after them, before shaking herself of the tingling sensation. The sensation that had lived inside her, every time someone had touched her.

It felt good, but felt oddly disgusting. She giggled, behind her hand, acting as polite as she possibly could. So far, she hadn’t recognized a scent, expect those of which came to her. Maybe this would be a fluke, other moderate vampires had heard of her mishaps, and decided against attending a ball with a crazy woman. Hating the boredom, she swept around, mingling with certain guests she hadn’t been familiar with. But it was just so boring and smelly. A small pout appeared on her glossed lips, but discreet and simple. She excused herself, sweeping around making sure everyone was happy, taken care of. Who would show and who wouldn’t.

Certain people she wished wouldn’t attend, and others she hoped and prayed on. But those she knew couldn’t show, or didn’t have enough time. Something she’d been used to. She sighed, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder, looking down at her somewhat darkening skin. Being out more, had helped get that skin color back. And maybe, listening to the doctors. Getting her mind off certain things that weren’t certain, taking a break from her invisible reality. And laying off the modeling career till she could sort her mind out. Which, was simple enough, she just had to do what she loved, shop. Her eyes fluttered quickly, overcome with the thought of thinking about what she wasn’t supposed to. A small smile traced along her lips, as she chided herself slowly. “Rose..Rose..Rose..you know better.” Her lips had barely moved, but it seemed like they traveled a mile, when certain eyes averted from hers when she caught them looking. She giggled a little more, going on her way back to greet guests.

After all, this was her ball. She should at least acknowledge her guests. Her sharp angles and features seemed to cut a space in any enclosed circle, any rounded edge. And then the string orchestra picked up, and couplets took to the open floor, moving with the sounds. It was quite beautiful, watching these foreign creatures move so elegantly. So far, only vampires had showed, no act or sign of a werewolf. Who knew how a group of traditional, anti-werewolf group of vampires would react to a simple little werewolf showing up. They were both dignified, so they’d better handle it like mature adults. Something pulled at the corner of her lips, an almost smile. Because if these little runts decided to cause a scene, she’d decide to end their life.

Or something along those crazy little lines.

TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS: Kiss N' Tell-Kesha
WORD COUNT: 779
SETTING: On the corner near the curtains, watching others dance.
OUTFIT: you make me feel like a princess.
POST STATUS: eheh
ADDITIONAL NOTES: uhh..post?

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[Inora Theos]

Another party, though Inora hadn't been to too many of these lately she still remembered the last party she'd been to, it must have been Rosey's birthday party. That was the last one she remembered anyway, there could possibly have been another one in between that one and this one. Perhaps she only remembered Rose's as the last one because this party was also being thrown by Rose. Rose Decumbry, one of Inora’s very best friends, who lately had been…well for lack of a better word, she’d been malfunctioning.

But Inora was going to be at that party tonight to support her friend, even if the whole place was filled with smelly, mean vampires. This, as she approached the house seemed to be the case, since she could smell them even from this far away. The valet had taken her car for her, he’d even helped her to extricate herself from the car. Driving had been very difficult. It was hard enough just getting used to driving on the opposite side of the road. However, trying to drive on the opposite side of the road while you were wearing a big dress with an even bigger train attached, now that was hard.

She loved her dress though, she’d seen a few others in the store when she’d been shopping for the attire required for this evening’s festivities, but this dress had called to her and she imagined that she would only ever wear this dress one other time…at her wedding should that day ever come. Though it would probably be frowned upon socially for her to wear this dress twice, or to have a dress that had already been worn once be her wedding dress. Inora didn’t care though, she would wear the damn dress on her wedding and the fashionistas could just kiss her little ass.

The door loomed big in front of her now and Inora stopped, gathering her skirts, in order to climb up the steps. Her long train trailed along behind her, swaying with the movement of her hips, and her long legs were accentuated by the Victorian style boots that ended halfway up her calves. Her mother’s best jewelry, a beautiful diamond necklace, hung delicately between her breasts and brought everyone’s attention to the gorgeous dip of the dress she had on. The dress itself was a masterpiece, falling all the way to the floor in beautiful lines, coming out behind her in a train. The material was a creamy white colored silk-like construction that hugged her ladylike curves. And the details, oh the details were what she’d fallen in love with in the first place. Tiny flowers, were embroidered all down the front of the dress and also along the two straps that draped across Inora’s slender shoulders.

There was no doubt, the dress was gorgeous, and Inora looked gorgeous in it if she did say so herself. And of course, she did. She wasn’t so humble that she couldn’t admit when she looked beautiful.

Inora took a deep breath and stepped into the building and then made her way into the ballroom. She looked around, gasping at the beauty of the room and the beauty of all the vampires inside it. Yes they may not smell the best, but that was largely Inora’s nose’s fault, but the vampires were certainly all dreadfully beautiful. She spotted Rose Decumbry in the midst of it all and smiled. Her friend looked a little bit more normal today, hopefully that would keep. Hiking up her skirts again, in a ladylike manner of course, Inora strode across the floor to stand before her lovie.

“Rosey, this place is beautiful and you look gorgeous.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her friend, trying to get a feel for how skinny she really was. With these boots on Inora was even taller than she normally was and that meant that Rose seemed ever smaller, but she didn’t feel completely emaciated yet. Inora pulled back and smiled, waiting for her friend to acknowledge her.

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Count It: 675
Dedicate It: Rose for now
Dress It: The Dress
The Jewels
The Shoes(The White Ones)

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