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You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Breckin - 09-12-2018 You are cordially invited to the first ever Grey Cove Foundation's
Masquerade Ball
This is a black tie affair, so gents a suit is a must, and ladies, bring your best gown.
And don't forget to find a mask and wear it well,
so your true identity no one can tell.
Running her hand along the mahogany banister, she dragged her matte black nails lightly over the veneer, making a dull scraping sound as she passed that likely no other ears could hear but her own. The music was loud, the lights low, and the floor filled with abundant bodies mingling and eager to begin the night. Pausing at the end of the grand ballroom, she leaned slightly over the railing of the upper-level balcony, feeling the cool press of wrought iron filigree against the thin material of her dress. The corners of her red stained lips turned up into a coy grin, dark eyes sweeping the lower level in a quiet appraisal of the ones that couldn't resist the temptation of an elaborate gathering; no matter how high the price of admission. There were those too, of course, that she had invited of the lower classes, and perhaps some arguably unsavory characters as well. For them, however, there had been no charge of admittance; her attempt to get a variety of people under one roof for a night. Tonight's purpose was to gather various wakes of people under one roof, encouraging them to mingle beneath veils of false illusions, personas that were entirely made up, to watch them interact and mingle and see what might come of it all. Perhaps their truths would surface, perhaps they would remain well hidden. But that was the fun of it all, no? With a flick of her wrist, the queue motions the DJ to silence the music, causing mildly confused looks to ensue from the partygoers beneath her. Easily predictable, their glances scatter, looking about for the reason for the painful lack of rhythm the room now held. Patiently, she waits for their gazes to begin to move upward with soft murmurs to accompany, and the silly little grin she wears slowly broadens to a dazzling smile. One by one, their attention lands on the ebony haired woman on the second tier, her corset dress of ruby and black, her hair a messy bun at the nape of her neck, and the masque she wears upon her face an intricate design of sparkles and swirls. "Bienvenue, my friends to the first ever Grey Cove Foundation's Masquerade Ball!" Grey Cove Foundation? Yeah, it didn't exist--she had made that shit up. She'd most likely pocket a small funding of the benefit money for her group before anonymously donating the rest to a worthy charity tomorrow. Nevermind where she had acquired the means to fund this elaborate affair either. "I am the Mistress of Ceremonies, or you may call me Emcee for your shortened convenience. You may be wondering to yourself 'What ceremonies is she referring to?' but allow me to tell you that aside from eating, drinking, dancing and some wicked revelry, there are none." At this she pauses and shrugs nonchalantly, "But let's be honest, what more could you really want for a promising Saturday night?" "Remember my friends, your identities are your own tonight unless you choose to divulge them to your fellow comrades. Otherwise, wear your mask proudly, pick a different name for yourself, and chase your deepest desire filled doings, or undoings." Pausing, she raises the crystal glass of neat bourbon that suddenly appeared in her hand, her smile turning mischievous, "Because only the Devil can judge us tonight." Turning up the glass, she swallows the smooth burn before raising it once more in a mock salute. Another signal and the music begins again as she moves away from the railing. Laughing quietly to herself in practically giddy excitement, she begins her descent down the staircase into the throng of moving bodies. A night of observation, of gathering information, of experimentation, and maybe a little self-participation on her part, if given the right opportunity... OOC: So basically irl I've been in party planning mode and thought that a masquerade ball in human pony world might be fun. Also thought it would be fun for them to have the opportunity to keep their identities concealed and see what happens. Or feel free to go ahead and tell people who they are. Breckin gave the bouncers very strict orders to adhere to, so wearing masks are a must to get in! ;] Her Dress Her Mask The Place RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Leilan - 09-12-2018 Grey Cove? Grey Cove Foundation, she says. Either it’s as new as the day or it’s made up, but frankly, that’s about all he hears about the speech. That and the introduction as ‘M.C., Mistress of Ceremonies’. His blue eyes scan the crowd below, searching the people. Most are unrecognizable at first glance, just as he - but to be honest he knows that they will give themselves away soon. He’s always watching for the details, like Emcee’s black nails being matte, not shining black, or the way she trails the railing. His mind nagging that it might be familiar, the ways she trails her hands, but it might as well be a habit shared with someone he knows, and doesn’t have to mean anything. Does it? His mind is pulled back into the festivities when she moves. His position on the other side of the balcony (something to do with one of the servant girls allowing him a peek at the garden from up here, though he fully well knows she had hoped to have him peek at something more - but the night is early, and she’ll have to be more patient like everybody else) is no good now that the party is down there; he considers making a more dramatic entrance by swinging his legs over the balcony and sliding down a curtain, but figures with everybody down there being not-drunk-enough he will notbe caught so well. So he is forced to take the walk down the other stairs, as quick as he can. Grabbing a glass from somewhere, he mixes with the crowd easily in his suit and mask, although he fully well knows his copper hair is a dead giveaway in the end. Who knows who’ll notice. Recognize. For once, the tables will be turned on him, so he has to pretend to behave. For now. Will fix links later one golden dragon mask https://nl.pinterest.com/pin/180003316329930685/ one wine red suit https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/61/be/ff61bee2f72e18f133cb6853d599c1a1.jpg And I guess redhead should do it for now for you RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Dovev - 09-13-2018 DISCLAIMER:: SKIP DIS ONE IF YOU DISLIKE CURSING. HE CAN'T HELP IT. KTHANKSdovev we're slaves to any semblance of touch Lord, we should quit but we love it too much RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Heartfire - 09-13-2018 Her attention is fixed entirely on the document in front of her, pen flicking occasionally as she makes notes along the margins, when the stress ball whizzes past her ear. Jerking upright, she whips around to glare narrow-eyed at the culprit behind her. Dovev is lounging sideways in the chair, smirk curling his lips. “You know, one of these days, I really am going to kick you out.” i see your sins Her dress: https://sassydresses.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Blush-Lace-Top-Maxi-Dress-With-Thigh-High-Split-1-850x1218-2.jpg Her mask before Dov hijacks it :| https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61aT-hZ7JJL._UX562_.jpg RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - leliana - 09-14-2018 it started with a perfect kiss, then we could feel the poison set in Look idk. I had muse for this and then Dov / Heartfire showed up and here we are. @[vulgaris], it would be amazing if you felt musey for this but zero pressure. She just couldn’t help looking for him. =P RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Rey - 09-14-2018 “You’re shitting me, right?”
Bane smiled, taking in every inch of the slender ash-blonde who stood in disbelief with her arms crossed. “It’s great on gas.” He shrugged, glancing away from the dolled-up woman and down to the sleek, matte-black bike that leaned against the sidewalk.
“Are you blind? Do you have any idea how much this outfit cost me?” Rey admonished, flicking a set of stone-gray eyes in his direction. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting on that thing - not dressed up like this.” She scoffed, gesturing to the impossibly tight number that accentuated every one of her curves perfectly. Her escort rolled his own eyes, “Unless you have a better id-” Bane started, unable to finish because the flourish of Rey’s hand towards his face was a silent Shut the f up. She fished a tiny remote from her matching clutch and clicked it once; across the street and two cars down a beast roared to life.
The unmasked man in the navy suit couldn’t blame her shushing him. “A Mclaren? Damn …” He whistled appreciatively, swiping the key deftly from the air as she tossed it to him, the pair making their way down to where the slick, red beauty waited. “Your cut from the last swipe was a helluva lot larger than mine.” He grumbled, opening the passenger door to let her slide gracefully in.
“It’s a loaner. From a ‘friend’.” Rey huffed airily as he slipped into the driver’s seat beside her, “So don’t fucking scratch it.” She warned him once, popping open a slim mirror to adjust her makeup. Her companion laughed good-naturedly, buckled himself in, and peeled off into the waiting night.
They’d hit the highway, glaring beams of false light blinking in the reflective panes of the tinted windows, before Rey turned to glance at the impossibly handsome thief who’d helped her make a killing at their last event. “Don’t take any offense to this, but your mask sucks.” She said, pulling the faux-golden item gently from where it rested on his brow. Its design was intended to cover every part of the face but the eyes, while hers was standard masquerade style: feathers and gilded swirls. “Yea, I don’t exactly have your taste for all things appropriate.” He replied, gliding smoothly off an exit and into the upscale outskirts of town. “Besides it’s our last gig, remember? I wanted something … memorable.” He smirked.
“Just don’t forget what we’re going for,” Rey sighed, “the benefit money. Big cash, not bookworms.” She reiterated. “We make a good team but after tonight, I never want to see your face again.” The pale beauty smiled, placing his mask into the curve of his lap. Wolfbane chuckled, one diamond-studded earlobe twinkling with the motion. “Jealous much?”
Rey gagged.
The engine of their car gave a nice purr as they edged into the drive, caught behind a few cars already but making it to the valet in enough time to donn their disguises. Hidden, they made a charming couple, Rey’s porcelain hand resting lightly atop Bane’s rough, tattooed fingers as he led her into the fray. The music struck up a wild beat as they drifted towards coat check. Having nothing to stow away himself, Bane’s multi-ringed fingers tugged at the nape of his dark dress suit, where a stiff collar did a piss poor job of covering the wings etched into his skin. At least his date had gone all out - dyed hair, different attitude, even a fake ID.
He just assumed the odds of someone from that first party being here were slim to none. “Shall we dance, have a look around?” Rey’s smooth voice piped up beside him, one of her slender arms twisting through his own. “Allow me.” He answered with a flourishing bow, following behind until they were wrapped together on the ballroom floor, swirling easily with the hours of practice they’d put in beforehand. Tonight was huge, too big an opportunity to mess up, and they’d come with their A-game and stomach’s hungry for recompense in the form of grand larceny.
Now all they had to do was pinpoint the source of the cash flow.
OOC: Both are here and open to anyone
RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - vulgaris - 09-14-2018 Vulgaris
“Your money is on the table.” The old Italian man helps him with his cufflinks and mutters something that Vulgaris does not understand. He almost flinches when the barber pats his face lovingly but he refrains and instead offers a shrug as he dismisses the excited thanks he receives. “You’re the only barber who makes house calls anymore. I should be thanking you,” he says as he wipes the last of the aftershave from his face. Then the man is speaking more hurried words before showing himself to the door, being sure to close it as gently as possible so as not to disturb his client. A slow sigh eases from his lungs before he adjusts his tie. His phone has gone off twenty-seven times and he can only assume his own clientele are eager for answers regarding their accounts but he just can’t be bothered at the moment. Besides, that’s what assistants are for. Tonight has been set aside for Leliana and he blacked out the whole day for her two months ago. He slips on black leather gloves before sliding behind the wheel of his car and heading to the venue. Without a girlfriend pleading for him to drive like a sane human being, he takes curves however he pleases and wonders what speed he would have to be going to get the car airborne down these steep hills. But the building comes into sight too soon and he’s frowning slightly as he pulls up to the valet. There’s a scowl on his face as he hands the keys to the young boy whose vest isn’t even tailored to fit him. His own is tailored precisely to his measurements, boasting his broad shoulders and proud chest while maintaining a certain level of sleek elegance to it. The tie around his neck is silk and just a bright enough red to distract from his busted knuckles when he removes his driving gloves. The valet boy swallows nervously and leaves to park the matte black car. Vulgaris had entertained the thought of covering up his neck tattoos and wearing a mask to fully immerse himself into the masquerade. In the end, however, he supposed he was always wearing a mask anyway. His eyes burn through the crowd without much concern as to which of his clients (or ex-wives) are here. They can eat shit after all the money he’s earned them this year alone. They all might as well be invisible the way he looks right through them, the way his eyes seem to stare into someone he hates far ahead of this moment. Until he spots her. Then, he’s weaving through the crowd a whole head taller than most. The corner of his lip still has dried blood from the last fight he got into but it looks better than yesterday, than the night he came home drunk and still declaring his victory to the neighbors. Leliana never asked why he slipped out of bed in the middle of the night or how he got into these fights and maybe that’s why he loves her. She doesn’t follow him into dirty basements where he beats men to a pulp for the thrill of it like one of his former wives had. Leli just holds him and cleans the wounds every time, listens to his shitfaced love poems and tries to kiss him holy. In the dull roar of the music, he is silent as he slinks up behind her and presses tight against her back. His hands slide along the curves of her body unabashed, hungry for her touch as he always is. His lips find the crook of her neck and he plants delicate kisses all along her skin as he breathes in the perfume she’s wearing. It’s probably something he can’t pronounce but words aren’t his thing anyway. “I left my lair just like you asked. Now maybe you can reconsider my request?” he asks against her ear before laughing crudely. He releases her hips finally and steps in front of her to offer his arm for her to hold on to. This benefit may be a sham but there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep her happy. RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Jackel - 09-14-2018 Right or left, right or left, right or left. Hmmm. Her lips pout in quiet concentration, uncertain whether which side of the room looks more interesting than the other. Lots of guys and girls on either side, looks like. Pretty much boring on one side, maybe a tad more boring on the other. Shrugging her shoulders casually, she takes aim for nearest bar, grabbing whatever drink the bartender had just placed on the granite counter while the intended recipient had their back turned. Taking a sip, she audibly gags at the bitterly disgusting taste, placing the glass back down in its rightful spot on the counter. Unbeknownst that the concoction had already been tampered with, the original patron grabs the drink and presses it into his lips for a hearty swig. Dark eyes sparkle with disturbed amusement and she giggles viciously under her breath, continuing down the line of unattended drinks until one is found that tickles her fancy. God if only the poor bloke knew where my lips have been. With an okay-ish drink in hand, the garnet clad woman turns to scan the room again; there had been a silence and then a single voice talking, and then suddenly the rhythm of the music turned from ambient to head pounding. Not that she didn’t mind vicious beats or anything; her body finds the rhythm easily enough and inadvertently starts swaying perfectly to the upbeats and drops. For a quick second, the urge passes through her to jump in on the group now demanding everyone’s attention center stage with their limber body rolls and such. But in that immediate moment, being in everyone’s direct line of vision is not particularly enticing. No, not yet. Start smaller scale maybe, more one-on-one. Catching a flash of red out of the deep corner of her roving eyes, she notices a fellow dressed neatly in a similar shade of red that snuggly wraps itself around her curves. Interest piqued, the small smile working itself onto her ink stained lips blossoms into a wide grin, effectively changing her demeanor from observing to hunting. Turns out, she didn’t have to bother with much physical chase after all; he had just turned her way after his hasty descent down the staircase nearby. ”Nice suit,” she says loud enough for him to hear as he begins to pass her. Taking sa mall sip of whatever the hell she was currently drinking, she watched him inquisitively through dark lashed eyes, wondering if he would stop. 100% Jack @[Leilan] sooo I've wanted to see how Jack and Leilan would get along :| potentially entertaining RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - Breckin - 09-14-2018 She hadn’t made it very far into the gathering when the music turns a bit more wicked. It makes her pause with a mild look of questioning pressing into her features, and she turns to meet the eyes of a woman adorned in emerald across the way. The woman nods in the direction of the DJ, Breckin follows the gesture towards the disc jockey who nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if it wasn’t his fault for the sudden ear blasting assault. Dropping her gaze back to the green gowned woman, who stands somewhat more rigid as if awaiting orders, she shakes her head subtly in dissent. She’d been expecting the party to turn more frat party/music festival at some point, but this early on? Not so much. Tossing her head back and draining the last of her poison, she presses on into the crowd. What the fuck ever. As long as it didn’t cause people to leave early, she couldn’t find the want to care. And still, she can’t control the entertained smile that creeps its way back to her ruby mouth. Each step she took brought her into the personal space of another stranger, saying hello and pressing false niceties into eagerly awaiting ears. Again, the means to care about such things were becoming tiresomely fleeting. And the weight of the growing number of bodies was baring down on her nerves—she’d have to find a minor reprieve soon to re-center herself. Give it time, she reminded herself, the heavier handed the drinking became and the older the night grew, it was highly likely the party-goers would eventually forget about their hostess and branch off to do God knows what. It would take some lacking patience., but she didn’t doubt sometime soon she’d be able to wither back into some privacy. For now she would just have to suffer and keep up false pretenses for the majority. ”You make it look so damn easy,” she says silkily to the duo so easily finding the rhythm of the music that moves them. She’d been about to walk past them when the gent’s unique mask struck a chord of her curiosity. There’s an obvious amusement held in her dark eyes as she shifts her attention from the impeccably dressed beauty in his arms and back up towards his concealed face. The obstructed lines of a tattoo just visible above his neckline catch her lingering gaze before she is able to refocus on the gold of his mask. ”A bit unconventional, don’t you think?” she questions in regards to his choice of head gear, as her smile grows cheekier with each ticking second. @[Wolfbane] or @[Rey] not sure who you'd prefer be tagged XP RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - leliana - 09-15-2018 it started with a perfect kiss, then we could feel the poison set in @[vulgaris] not sure if we need to follow posting order so i'm just going for it. yolo. |