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Post by beckii on Aug 19, 2011 17:26:51 GMT -6
Bon couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror. She really had outdone herself in producing the perfect dress for the Masquerade Ball. She had gotten all the material over months and then used magic to combine it all into the dress she was now wearing. The torso portion of the dress was a traditional corset, pearl white in colour for the majority. Silver, gold, and purple strands entwined in a twist fashion to create a single strand which was used as the trimming for the corest, two straight lines down the front, as well as a line over the top of the garment. The straps tieing the corset together at the back were the same pearl white so they were barely seen amongst the corset, besides the strands ending in bows where they had been tied. The two lines of gold, silver, and purple entwined strands continued past the corset down the front of the floorlength dress creating an almost triangle shape since they flared outwards, becoming the edging of the outer skirts which were pearl white and attatched to the torso of the dress on the outside. At the front beneath where the edge of the skirts flared out was purple material, framed by either side of the pearl white skirts, and of course floorlength, giving the hint of a second dress beneath the original but of course it wasn't true. The purple portion was just another part of the dress.
A pair of gold heels were upon her feet which were modest in height and of a decent width so it wasn't like walking on a needle. A choker was around her neck in the same gold, silver, and purple entwined strand fashion, with a single pure pearl hanging from the front of it. Her ebony hair was now in beautiful ringlets that cascaded over her bare shoulders and down her back. A simple mask that surrounded her eyes, with a thin black elastic band keeping it attatched beneath her layers of hair. The pearl white mask had intricate detail in the same fashion as the silver, gold, and purple strand. The mask was elegant and feminine with a hint of mystery just like her dress. She looked and felt like a princess. She clapped in excitement, bouncing on the spot as she looked in the mirror. She was definately ready for the ball. She skipped over to the floor where she had prepared the transportation spell. Within seconds she was standing in the shadows just outside the hall where the Ball was taking place.
Standing where no one could see her entrance, she inhaled deeply as she centered herself. Ready as ever, Bon skipped happily over to the doors to the hall with a grin. She watched as the grand double doors were opened for her, before she walked gracefully into the hall. She could see it was already teeming with other people. Lycans. Everyone was wearing a mask. Women in beautiful gowns whilst men in luxurious tuxes. Everything looked so beautiful. Now time for the fun to start. She thought with a mischevious grin. She made sure the elbow length pearl white gloves were on properly before she made her way towards one of the walls. She wanted to have a good view of the entire place. She wasn't sure what she would do to bring some mischief to the party but she knew she would need a good view so she could take up any opportunities. Finding a spare seat, Bon sat down with a wistful sigh. There was so many ways to experience romance in such a setting, but Bon held no hope for her to experience any.
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Post by crystal on Sept 14, 2011 22:41:53 GMT -6
Casey simply sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. What stared back at her was a woman who had decked herself out for this particular occasion. A beautiful woman with dark locks tied back in a ponytail, a golden locket choker necklace around her neck (it held the last picture of her family in it before everything went so wrong--she cherished it so much more then anyone knows), a form fitting dark blue dress, a nice pair of dark blue flats (as Casey did not do heels...she liked her legs to remain in one piece at the end of the evening please and thank you)...and to top it all of a bright blue Mardi Gras style mask. And what did we have? A Texan native ready for a masquerade ball! Casey had gotten the invitation just as everyone else had. And at first she wasn't sure if she had wanted to go at all. She didn't know anyone man. And this seemed to be for the prince and princess. Shit...she was hardly of importance and worth to be in the same room as those two. This was the king's son and future daughter-in-law in here! And she? Well she was just a lowly nothing from Texas who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't deserve to go.... And so why was she going anyways? Well because why the hell not? I mean really...what could happen? She had been invited...so it wasn't like she wasn't supposed to go. Or she was going to get kicked out. She was trying her best to put aside past bitterness, past uncertainties and to enjoy herself here. She was after all...going to probably be spending the rest of her life on the island (as she couldn't risk anyone by going back to Houston...with her out of control lycan side...no she would not risk anyone's safety). And she was trying to pull herself out of her anti social shell...and what better place then at a ball? It was the perfect equation really. Who knows? She might meet someone...and make a friend? You never knew unless you tried. It was something her mother always told...and something she tried to live by...she succeeded at it some times...and other times--not so much. And so walking into the area where the ball was being held, mask in place and one last hand down her dress to smooth out any wrinkles...and well she was as ready as she was ever going to be. And so she made her way deeper into the crowds..and slightly uncertain way about her--but hell, she was trying here! That was the best anyone could ask of her here!
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Post by beckii on Sept 15, 2011 8:52:09 GMT -6
Bon made her way over to where the drinks were kept with a mischevious smile upon her face. She wanted to cause some mischief. Nothing serious of course. She didn't want anyone to get hurt or whatever, but she just felt like having some fun. Besides, she knew the ball would end up being boring if she didn't do something to entertain herself. She knew it was risky doing a magical prank - or a few - but unless there was another witch around who could look into the spell - or spells - to find and identitfy her magical signature then no one was ever going to find out it was her. After all, each witch had their own magical signature, naturally, and it was instinctively woven into each spell that witch performed. Since witches were pretty much hunted and frowned down upon - to put it lightly - she knew she wasn't going to be found out unless someone caught her in the act. Bon was far too careful though to get caught. Well, besides that one time she ended up in the King's chapel and he found her. Still, she got out of there without a problem so Bon wasn't concerned.
Bon looked around, noticing everyone else was busy, before slipping a hand into her bust beneath her dress. She slipped out a single small bottle before dropping a drop of the liquid inside it into each container that contained drink for consumption. Proud of herself, she put the lid back on the battle and placed it back in its hiding place inside her dress. Smoothing the dress out she wandered away from the drinks and towards the other side of the room. She leant against a wall as she watched the other end of the room where the drinks were. A grin stayed upon her full lips as she watched a lycan male get a drink she had contaminated. The potion she had created would create a different fun reaction to each person such as warts, acne, buck teeth, and such. On this male he couldn't stop breaking wind - it wasn't silent either. Bon put a hand to her mouth as she tried her best not to burst out into laughter. This was definately going to be a fun night. Giggling under her breath she looked around the hall taking in everyone. There was definately a lot of people here.
As her gaze fell upon a male something tightened in her chest. Without realising what she was doing Bon stood up and made her way through the crowd towards him. However she wasn't watching where she was going and ended up walking into someone with a thud. Her attention gone, Bon looked at the woman she had walked into apologetically. She glanced over her shoulder where she had been heading to notice the male was gone. Sighing deeply she shook her head before returning her gaze to the woman. She was definately pretty in a form fitting dark blue dress. Bon offered a smile as she made sure the woman was alright. She found her gaze drifting back to the male who was still breaking wind and the corners of her lips turned up more as she did her best to restrain a giggle. The male forgotten she smiled brightly at the woman before her, deciding she may as well talk a little with someone. Besides, she did need to apologise anyway for bumping into the woman.
"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm Bon, are you okay?"
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Post by crystal on Oct 6, 2011 22:26:19 GMT -6
Casey was far too busy into her own thoughts to have noticed Zia slipping her little somethin', somethin' into the drinks. Not that she was probably going to drink anything. It wasn't like she was probably going to stay for long anyways. The more and more she stood here and the more and more she thought about this, the more and more she began to think that coming here was a terrible idea. She took another look around with bright blue eyes--then she sighed softly. This wasn't her place. She didn't belong here. She didn't belong in here mingling with royalty who probably didn't even know her name. Or even cared to know. Was she being hard on herself? Probably. Was she being a bit mopey? Absolutely. She couldn't help it though. She couldn't help but think of her family back in Houston and how much they probably would have enjoyed this themselves. It still hurt---the emotional wounds that she tried so hard to close. And yet failed miserably.
'Oh for God sake Casey...loosen up already. Just relax...enjoy yourself. It'll all be good.' the female berated herself mentally with a slight (yet unseen) roll of her eyes. This was just ridiculous now! She wasn't here to mope, or to be pity, or to have people feel sorry for her. No! She was here to be sociable damn it! She wasn't a wall flower. She never had been back home and she didn't even know why she had started now. She supposed there were some other factors to do with it. But she never would have let those get in her way back home. Why should she let them here? It made no sense!
Casey glanced around...wondering if she could simply go up to someone that looked to be off to themselves or not? She saw a man off to himself...he was simply leaning up against the wall with a drink in his hands. The red and black mask he wore with the black suit really made him stand out. He looked handsome in that get up--Casey couldn't lie. And he himself seemed to be looking around for some company as well. And well...why couldn't she be said company? There was nothing that could happen here. She was perfectly fine. Everything was perfectly fine. Nothing could go wrong...nothing at all.
Well...almost nothing that was.
Casey gave a grunt as someone ran into her. She had been so focused on actually going up to someone and saying hi, that she hadn't watched where she was going. And she hadn't even seen the other woman until she had ran right into her. Oh fine! Just her luck. Casey glanced up at the other as she spoke...asking her if she was okay and giving out her name. Casey gave a soft smile in return, "Oh its fine. No harm done. I'm Casey." she said in response as her smile grew slightly. It was never a bad thing when the other person was smiling as well...she didn't seem to take being ran into too badly...
And well...that was always a good thing.
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