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Post by kako on Mar 29, 2009 11:10:13 GMT -5
The moonlight glimmered overhead, turning the stone path beneath her high heeled shoes white. The faint click of each step was barely audible, for her feet feel to the ground with such care. She was not one for loud noises, so of course she herself could not make them. Her dark brunette hair flowed down her back, it's gentle waves tickling the exposed skin of her pale shoulders. The mask covering her face was annoying with its silk and sequins, brushing against her forehead and scratching her cheeks. Her hazel eyes stared at the pond entombed in the stone fountain, gurgling and splashing without a care. She lifted a hand and, with two elaborately manicured fingers, pulled the mask from her face.
Aresa held the mask in her hands, looking over it again. The beautiful purple was of her favorite shade: bright and vibrant, exactly like the simple silk and netting dress she was wearing, the shoes in a slightly lighter shade. Beautiful, simple, refined. And, of course, purple. The best color in the world, exactly why she decked out her glamour in the deep violet of her liking.
Her fingers brushed against the black sequins that outlined the mask, finding a loose disk and carefully pressing it back into place. She leaned and twisted around, the bottom of her dress flaring slightly as she spun and seated herself on the edge of the fountain. She stared at the light through the door, at the many other purebloods dancing in the ballroom. She had no immediate desire to join them, so she sat, leaning on the heels of her hands with her fingers trailing in the cool water, staring at the sky. The examined each swathe of stars with vague interest, her mind blank. She absently lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the glaring tattoo on her forearm. She could feel the very slightly raised shape of the skull eating the snake, it's form, as she knew, black and barely faded.
She could hear footsteps, the strange, hollow sound of hard shoes, and her eyes shot foreward. but all she saw was another dancer passing the doorway, and she relaxed her tightened arms. With a sigh she lifted the violet mask from where she'd lain it on the stone beside her, stood up, and placed the sequined thing on her face. It rested against her cheeks as she pulled the string around the back of her head, where it lay, invisible beneath her thick locks. She winced as her first step clicked loudly against the stone: she had adjusted herself to the silence. She walked slowly among the stone walls and plants, noticing everything, from the white bird sleeping in a bushes branches to the cricket that chirped unseen on the ground. Peaceful, quiet noises everywhere. The type that she liked.
Maybe someone would come talk to the twenty-seven year old Dark Arts teacher. Maybe she wouldn't have to walk alone. But no, everyone was in the ballroom, dancing. She didn't mind though, for Aresa felt peaceful here, happy, not at all needing the loud chatter of the ballroom. She'd probably trip over her heels anyways if she tried to dance, or dump drink all down her front, embarrasing herself and ruining her dress. A humorless laugh escaped her as she thought of that possibility. She could imagine the look of disgust on the faces of her friends and the other partiers. Haha. Funny. She pushed the thought away, though, and kept walking... alone.
` count them : 593 words
` wear it : click
` who comes : open to anyone
` a last letter : wow, i've gotten a lot better at human rp than i was like 2 years ago...
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Post by dream4 on Mar 29, 2009 11:44:56 GMT -5
• • we are the shaken • • [/font] WE ARE THE MONSTERS UNDERNEATH YOUR BED[/center] • • • • • • • • The night was already well under way at the ball. Many people were conversing now, others eating and others dancing. Many girls were too shy to ask someone to dance, other guys were too shy to ask. It was always good to ask someone who was hovering about the edge of the dance floor, especially in a group. Thinking of this as the dance was finished, the young man bowed politely to the pink-gowned woman, who blushed and thanked him, though he corrected her, thanking her for it. As that happened, the music picked up again, but the masked figure had made its way back into the crowd, wanting some air. It was only about another hour or so before midnight came. Midnight, when everyone was supposed to take their masks off, and reveal themselves to the world once more.
Now though, you could be someone you didn't want to be anymore, and be someone completely different. It was a nice feeling, and he relished it. Instead of worrying about revealing himself, he could be free, a pure, pureblood. No one knew though, and his parents were planning on keeping it that way. They shouldn't worry - he was too. It was like a well-hidden secret of the government, except on a much smaller scale. This scale though could mean imprisonment for the rest of his life if he wasn't careful. Well-groomed, the sandy-blonde haired young man snaked his way out onto courtyard, and sighed softly, hands gripping the railing that was lower than his waist, which was where it would have been if he wasn't his staggering 6-foot 3-inches. Inhaling slowly, fingers brushed the silver streak over his left eye on the mask, a spell he'd placed on it to make it more unusual than just a classical black mask.
Smiling softly to himself, he descended the stairs as if having done it thousands of times before, eyes never looking down. Feet moved smoothly over the cobblestones, and the grass, as thoughts traveled to the sky above, eyes following head as it tilted up. Inhaling slowly, the crispness of the nighttime air was always refreshing, especially after being in a room filled with tons of perfume, and cologne to make everyone smell better. Nose wrinkled, and he sneezed, before realizing he might have just revealed his presence to anyone who else might be in the courtyard. Pausing slightly, he then noticed another figure, a woman circling the courtyard calmly, as if she had all the time in the world.
Without thinking - which got him into trouble sometimes, the mid-twenties man approached her smoothly from the side, and spoke politely, his low voice smooth and relaxed, though proper, "M'lady." he bowed his head respectfully towards her, hands clasped gently behind his back. "I hope you don't mind some company...? It can get...rather bothersome with no one to speak with sometimes." Knowing he'd most likely get shot down, he braced himself mentally, and also physically. Tracing over her mask, eyes landing on her's for a moment, he allowed a gentle smile to bless his features, before it faded as he side-stepped an upturned rock that threatened either one of them to trip. Nudging it back over with the heel of his black, polished shoe, the man remained with her, till she dismissed him.
WORDS , 600 +
CLOTHING , suit , mask with silver dash
TEMPLATE , me! yes, that's right...meine....steal and die
STATUS , complete
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Post by kako on Mar 29, 2009 12:32:06 GMT -5
More footsteps fell against the ground, but this time she did not look up. She was relaxed this time, with her mask back on, where it should be. She simply assumed it was another dancer crossing the doorway on their way to some unimportant place they needed to go. She assumed that until she heard the footsteps coming closer, descending the stairs. She assumed that until she heard a sneeze and a slight pause in the footsteps. He looked up, eyes wide, mascara'd lashes fluttering open and nearly brushing against the rims of the mask. A young man approached her, a silver streak crossing his otherwise simply black mask, a benign smile on his face.
She lifted a hand and brushed her hair behind her ear self-consciously, her fingers brushing against one of the shining purple hoop earrings she wore, tugging at her earlobe uncomfortably. She hated wearing earrings, the uncormfortable feeling of the metal pulling at her skin. He paused beside her and greeted her, and she looked at him again. "Sir." she nodded slowly, her eyes focused, holding his gaze as she acknowledged him. "Truly, it does become tiresome." she agreed to his explanation before turning her eyes away.
She began to walk, slowly, her face forward but her eyes up, staring at the moon as it glowed, very near to the top of the sky, the crest of the earth. So focused was she on the icy sphere that she did not notice an upraised stone in the path in front of her, catching her foot on the miniature mountain. A silent curse as she stumbled, though she quickly regained her balance and dignity, and then a deep red flush spread across her cheeks, visible even below the mask. She lifted the shoe that was hit and examined the scratch in the shining material before shrugging and continuing with exaggerated care. She refused to look at the man who still walked beside her.
"A beautiful night." she murmured, her head shifting ever so slightly as she noticed a flash of white out of the corner of her eye. A great white peacock stood amidst the bushes, speading its wings and its tail feathers impressively. She snorted quietly, a chuckle escaping her. "Ah, Draco always overdid it a little." she said, glancing back at her companion, a grin stretching her bright red lipstick'd lips over shining white teeth. The peacock squawked and plodded towards her, beak open and wings flapping. Her eyes narrowed in amusement as she ran her palm over its head before gently nudging it back off the path, where it flared its tail feathers and stalked off, long legs shaking slightly.
"Funny creatures, those peacocks." she murmured, a smile still dancing in her eyes as she watched it strot away. One slender, dark brown eyebrow raised ever so slightly, she paused and looked at the man beside her for his opinion.
A swift gust of warm wind blew through the courtyard, bouncing off the stone and plants and causing ripples in the various fountains and streams that crossed through it. It ruffled her hair, sending it flying across her face and tangling in her mask. With a huff of annoyance she pulled it back behind her head and disentangled it from the sequins before discreetly sliding her wand out of an invisible pocket at the side of her ribs, flicking the nine and-a-half inch long stick of ebony, which returned her hair to its previous postition and neatness. She felt the warmth spread across her face again.
` count them : 607 words
` wear it : click
` a last letter : ` ` ` ` ` ` 
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Post by dream4 on Apr 2, 2009 18:57:18 GMT -5
• • we are the shaken • • [/font] WE ARE THE MONSTERS UNDERNEATH YOUR BED[/center] • • • • • • • • Eyes watched the woman's hands, when her hands fumbled with her earrings, ones he thought were nice, he murmured softly, "They're nice earrings." he grinned weakly, letting her know he wasn't most men. They only looked in two places, the chest, and maybe the rest below the neck, nothing above usually. How - disrespectful. His mother had taught him to be better than every other man out there - he liked to believe he was in some sense. Being a....pureblood and all. His own eyes gleamed lightly, watching her own playfully, as if he knew a secret about her that she didn't think anyone else knew. He didn't, though that look, the one of playfullness never seemed to fade. Her eyes didn't look like their brightness would fade either.
Attention snapped when she caught her foot on the upturned rock before he had flipped it back over. Arms shot out, immediately helping her if she should stumble anymore, and risk harming herself. Surveying the scratched shoe, he muttered an encantation, and the shoe repaired itself, looking like it had before. Smiling weakly, he nodded silently letting her know he wanted to, before they continued, silence enveloping them. It wasn't an odd silence - he didn't think so. The young man - depending on what people thought of as young - looked her way as she mentioned it being beautiful. A small grin appeared on his lips, and he agreed, nodding, before voicing his thoughts, "I agree." he bowed his head slightly, respectfully. As they continued, when she spoke, his gaze followed her's to rest on a white peacock spreading its feathers and wings.
Pearly whites gleamed in a light smile as she stated Draco always over-did it. Chuckling, he replied, running a hand through his sandy-blonde hair, "True, but it's interesting to see what he has in store." he shrugged softly, grinning. One hand nervously fell into the pocket on his pair of black pants, as he watched the creature stalk off the path. Seeing how gentle she had been with it, the young man immediately fixed himself, and spoke, bowing softly to her, never forgetting his manners, "Oh, of course, where are my manners." he mused, and spoke, "I am Hunter Ramsey, m'lady." He didn't ask for a name in return, letting her decide if she wanted to give him her name or no.
Straightening his tall frame, the man shifted his attention to the sky slightly as clouds loomed in the distance. His nose instinctively wrinkled, thinking if it should rain before the party was over - he was sure some wizards or someone would make them go away. Sighing silently at that thought, Hunter shifted his focus from the sky, which hardly - he believed - matched her in beauty. Behind her mask - he didn't know what it held, but from what he could tell, she gave the night a run for its money, most definitely. If she even did. But - his stomach told him differently, to be wary. After all - looks could be deceiving. Seeing her tuck her hair, feeling bold suddenly, Hunter then snatched - softly of course - a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Eyes widened slightly, though he kept his composure about himself, and grinned softly, letting her fix it silently with magic.
WORDS , 558
CLOTHING , suit , mask with silver dash
TEMPLATE , me! yes, that's right...meine....steal and die
STATUS , complete
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