|
|
Post by cyborgfox on Jun 11, 2012 13:51:52 GMT -5
Good day Sir or Madame,
You have been invited to partake in a masquerade ball hosted by the CEO of Freedom on August 15. Food and drink shall be provided and throughout the night different events will be taking place. Such as a dance competition, karaoke, and a moonlight dance starting at 9:00pm. Arrive at around 6:30pm the masquerade with this invitation along with formal attire and a mask. The masquerade shall last until 1:00am, at this time we ask that guests take their leave and Freedom members retire back to their rooms. Those of the clean up staff have already received a letter in advance and are expected to arrive before the masquerade has ended. Other than that we ask that everyone enjoys their time and appreciate your participation.
Sincerely,
Freedom HQ |
|
Crow
Hero
White the Ghost
Been down for so Long,...
Posts: 1,095
|
Post by Crow on Jun 11, 2012 16:01:39 GMT -5
White paced back and forth. This whole party thing was such a pain, but it afforded him the time needed to figure several things out. For starters, there were several prominent people who would be a boon if they were to join. He looked over at his desk, several dossiers were spread out over his desk, the top page read Doctor something..Find.. something.. finite? Finiteviuses..? Find..lay? Whatever. He was one of several people who were possible interests to the company. He stopped to stare out the window. "Nevermind all that for a Night. I think I'll relax, enjoy the company of... Certain people." With a chuckle, he took a sip from his glass. Wine tasted great this time of Night.. and the party was set to begin in an hour or so...
|
|
|
|
Post by cyborgfox on Jun 12, 2012 11:31:22 GMT -5
"Arkanos, hurry up! I know you want to impress the ladies but with the time you're taking the masquerade will be over by then," a silver haired female called to the other side of the door as she knocked on it. Taking the clip out of her mouth she pinned the hair that had been hanging in her face to the side. The robotic woman glanced at her left arm and cringed slightly at the metal, she could never compete against the other girls in her partner's heart.
Glancing in her bag she took out two long sky blue gloves and put them on, at least that covered most of the robotic parts. Her right leg was less of a worry since she picked out a dress that not only covered that, but also matched his eyes. A soft blush formed on her face at the thought but she quickly shook it away, she couldn't have those feelings for her partner. Placing her masquerade mask over her robotic eye she wanted to hide all of these freakish faults. If she could just look normal tonight, perhaps he'd only look at her.
Sadly she knew that wasn't the case, as a womanizer by nature he'd spend his time with other women. They'd be far more interesting than her. All she'd done was nag at him and pester the crow morph about his bad habits. Though she often got his attention that way, so why try to fix it?
---
A frustrated sigh escaped her as she tried lacing this annoying dress. Elouise had insisted on her wearing it but she honestly couldn't help but become more repulsed by it. Obviously the dress called for another person to tie it, however, her friend had left in a rush to meet her partner. Speaking of Freedom partners she wondered if Vayne would come visit and possibly help her out.
The months and days always seemed to drag whenever he went off on missions, leaving her alone. But when he had interacted with her it all went by too fast. Realizing her upset behavior she forced a smile, to appear happier. Crouching down she pulled out a violin case and ran her hand across it before opening it.
On top of the instrument was a broken mask, the left eye was just a crescent, holding a great amount of amusement. Meanwhile a menacing grin was painted about halfway down. Taking it out of the case she pushed the violin container back under her bed. The infernal cream dress was her first problem at hand. Once again the teenager tried to tie her dress but failed since the strings all got mixed up around her fingers.
|
|
Dregan
Newcomer
The Cake
Boobies?
Posts: 73
|
Post by Dregan on Jun 12, 2012 19:55:57 GMT -5
Arriving at the ball now was an individual quite unfamiliar with Freedom, yet not at all at a loss to the sort of event which was occuring. Despite the familiarity to it however, she couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable in her presence here. She felt that, in a way, the invite was not one meant for the person she was now.
It had only been a couple of days back when she had recieved the invitation. Against her instinct, she had, rather than returning to the rented apartment she was staying in for the time being, decided to return to her home, the location of her assault and kidnapping, wanting to see if anything had changed. It was there she rifled through all the different letters that had been delivered to her.
Among them was the invitation... However, it wasn't adressed to 'Saida'. Instead, it was adressed to 'The High Priestess Of The First Ground'. And that was why she'd been invited. For a position she no longer held, for a title which she now knew to be built on lies an manipulation.
Whoever had sent the invites had apparently not heard the message however. That the First Ground was no more and it's 'god' had turned out to be naught. She supposed though, in a way, that they deserved to be told. She could at least attend to set the record straight...
She needed, of course, clothes to wear. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly rich. Nearly everything provided to her before had been provided by the First Ground. She'd left all of that at her home, not taken it to the apartment... But now, she regretted, she may have to use them again. Even in trying to move on and set the record straight, she couldn't escape them.
At least she had one thing to be thankful for, the original robes for First Ground members had hoods on them. Combining those with the masked nature of the event, and she could easily hide away without anyone knowing she was there. Just be a ghostly whisper, an extra on the dancefloor. Of course, the dress would need some alteration here and there... her high priestess robes needed to be adapted well.
And adapted there were, as she stood in them just outside the entrance to the ball. She was dressed entirely in white, with gold making up trimmings and highlights on the edge of the robes. The dress had long sleeves with gloves worn beneath, a hood to hide her hair, and the mask hanging down the front to entirely conceal her identity. Not a spot of skin was showing, anywhere on her body, all concealed by the silky materials adorning her.
She looked magnificent. She felt horrible.
|
|
