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Post by leonis on Sept 5, 2011 3:22:34 GMT 1
Leonis had been talking with Kai and Leif over the Masquerade. He wasn't quite sure what to dress as at all or rather wasn't sure how to dress at all. So he went with traditional from what he had seen on television sets and movies. He put on a pair of black slacks with a white button down long sleeved shirt. Then he put on the gray vest to give it a bit more wickedness. He had decided on a darker gray tie and instead of the traditional suit jacket he had decided on a black coat with tails. But even over that he put on a long coat that went down along his legs but only buttoned to his waist on the front. He figured Kai or Leif could decide which he should keep on as well.
He put on the gray mask to match his tie and then a black top hat. He lastly put on a pair of black boots made of leather and grinned. He needed his own style even with all this dressing up and no one could blame him at all. He began to walk out of the room but then decided to pull off the long coat still not sure what to keep on and what to take off. He shook his head and put the long coat over his arm when he realized he wasn't wearing gloves. He looked over at his dresser with a sigh.
He moved then to the dresser and smirked as he pulled on the fingerless white gloves. He would be performing so he figured they would fit more perfectly than the black fingerless gloves he had first chosen out. He kept the coat over his arm as he made his way out of the room and closed the door behind him. He walked to the banister that led down to the main area of place. It all looked beautiful. He couldn't believe it had taken so long to open up the place though but Kai had wanted perfection and he loved the perfection Kai sought.
Everything was perfection. He had to look over the place from where he stood and couldn't help the soft smile that came to his face. He love Kai and Leif and whatever they wanted they would have no matter what it took even if Leonis did bitch the whole entire time it would still be done. He brought one hand to the banister as he began to walk down the steps looking for his two lovers. But then he turned with a groan. Dammit he had forgot his instrument in his haste to find Kai and Leif to find out the last minute details on what to wear.
He moved quickly back to his room and grabbed the case before coming out of the room. Everything was moving around perfectly. He though wasn't on the same page as everyone and everything else. He hoped he didn't screw up too badly. No, he was Leonis and that never happened no matter what. He began to walk down the steps with his easy and predatory grace. He raised his hands even as he held the coat half haphazardly and the instrument in the other hand as he spoke. "Masquerade!"
He spoke as he entered the main ballroom area and spun around. Granted it wasn't one of his normal songs and he rarely sung but there was a time for everything and his eyes glittered wickedly behind his mask. "Everybody Masquerade everybody everyday... Do you want to be lovers tonight? While the mode is right Keep up this masquerade..." He spun again even if the music hadn't started yet and the masquerade hadn't started just yet.
Where were Kai and Leif? He could hear people outside and he still needed the question of which coat to wear if any. They always had the beauty and fashion sense while he tended to look more wild and less fashionable until he had to look right. He pulled on the vest as if pulling on it would help make him look better. "Kai... Leif?! Where are you two?" He whispered some in a husky tone. He wanted everything perfect for the two and here he was holding a coat over his arm and an instrument case in his other hand.
The place was beautiful like an old playhouse. Everything was so perfect. So glorious. The symphonic rock look made everything come together as well. Everything looked elegant. The staircases and the classical style of the whole place. A mixture of symphonic rock with classic was a good meshing and Kai had truly outdone himself in designing the place. Leif had helped and himself but most of the work behind the surface had been Kai. But it was perfect and so was Kai. And Leif as well held that dark beauty. The two gods among men in his opinion. They would never fade. He turned and looked around looking once more for Kai and Leif.
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Post by Jan-Kai on Sept 7, 2011 7:52:43 GMT 1
Kai stared at his fair features in the mirror. He was hideous. He knew he was hideous. His perfect golden blonde locks cascaded over his shoulders like a sunlit waterfall yet to him it was stringy and limp. His perfect body fit into the 18th century tuxedo with tails he wore like it was born to be there. He held the golden mask in his hand that he would wear over his beautiful face that he found to be frighteningly ugly.
He stood up straight and stared into the mirror. Vanity was never an issue for Kai. He had always found himself to be less than adequate and as time when by he found his perfect features to be uglier and uglier. No matter what he did, all he saw in the mirror was a monster.
He had spent hours upon hours recreating the theater from the Phantom of the Opera then adding his own touch of symphonic rock with a taste of classic heavy metal. The place looked simply fabulous and he should have been quite proud of himself. Leif and Leo had been the perfect inspiration and they had been so supportive and helpful in making the dream a reality. He should have been walking on air, looking like a God in his outfit, ready to play his cello for his guests with captivating melodies with driving metal beats. But no. All he could see was the monster.
He heard Leo call out to him and Leif and startled a bit. Was it time already? But he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t be ready. He would never be ready as long as he looked so horrible.His brow furrowed and bloody tears sprang to his eyes and he let out a whimper. “I’M NOT GOING! I’M HIDEOUS!” he nearly wailed. He blurred to the door and slammed it shut then blurred into the closet and hid in a corner behind the hanging clothing. He sat on the floor and buried his head between his knees.
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Post by loki on Sept 8, 2011 3:52:19 GMT 1
Tonight was the night, the masquerade ball. This was everything that Leo, Kai, and Leif had been waiting for; the night they could would hold the grand opening of their club and show it off for what it is. Leif was in his room placing the final arrangements on his gothic setup. Everything about him screamed Gothic majesty. He wore a coal black tuxedo that was trimmed in onyx velvet. His dress shirt was red one would only see running out of a healthy human’s vein; as if it was dyed using that very ingredient to recreate the perfect shade. It was finally accompanied by a deep crushed purple vest and tie. To top it off Leif rimmed his eyes with the darkest kohl liner he has and placing his personally handcrafted ordered masquerade mask on. He has it designed so that it looked like half of a yin and yang and it was painted the same color as his vest and tie. He decided that for a change he would tie his hair back into a braid. Normally he would leave it to ripple down his back in a cascade of colors, the way that Kai liked it most.
Leif was finishing up by looking himself over in the mirror making sure he was dressed to kill, and then some when he heard the rich exotic voice that was Leonis’ call out to him and Kai in that baritone that Leif had come to love from his lover. It was to a point that to just hear his name on the tip of Leonis’s tongue made him want to possess that mouth for himself until the only thing coming out of his was deep, rich sigh. After he heard Leonis call out to them he paused, waiting for the reaction that was sure to come from Kai’s suite. Ever since the planning of the masquerade everything has had to be perfect, right down to how many inches apart the chairs would be to each other, and exactly how many candles would ensconce the building with their eerily gothic lighting. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1” he mumbled to himself, not sooner than coming to one did he hear it; Kai reaching his freak out point. Leif couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit as he heard the door slam shut as he walked out his room and stepped over to Kai’s. he opened it with ease, thanking whatever it was to allowed Kai to not think about locking it. He would have hated to remove yet another door because of Kai’s temperament. He walked over to the closet after scanning the room to see no sign of his lover. He knocked softly once before opening to see Kai sitting on the floor curled up into a ball. “My lover you are not hideous. Do you think I would touch something hideous?” He tsked then pulled out a deep purple handkerchief. He lifted Kai’s head out of its hiding spot between his legs. He notice his poor lover had bloody streaks running that beautiful elfish face of his. Seeing him like that he couldn’t resist. He leaned in and slowly licked away all of his bloody tears before wiping his face clean with his handkerchief. “There, much better. Kai you know we need you to make tonight a success. And as much as I would love to strip you naked right now and not care what else is going on considering how delectable you are tonight we must not be late.” He then stood and held his hand out for Kai to take. “Shall we keep Leo waiting and possibly end up making him jealous lover? Come on lover, let me show off your magnificence and the fact that you are mine and Leo’s alone, no one else’s.”
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Post by lauramcphearson on Sept 16, 2011 1:00:05 GMT 1
Walking into the Apocalyptica from her quarters it all seemed surreal to Laura. In such a short time she went from being one of God’s chosen heralds, to arriving on Earth and securing a job at the Apocalyptica as their in house Opera singer. As she entered the Ballroom it was magnificently recreated to portray the opera house from the Phantom of the Opera. If only the walls could speak, they would take her back to the time where Ladies dressed in huge ornate ball gowns and Gentlemen in their tuxedo’s for a night out watching la bella cantante as she sung her roll, emphasizing all of the emotions with the fluctuation of her voice as she belted out each note in perfect resonation.
Since she was already dressed in her beautiful Champagne Organza ball gown she took a walk around on the stage, taking in the scene as she began warming up her voice singing the different chords used to warm and stretch the vocal chords to prepare them for what was to come. The her dress flowed gracefully with its wispy wide flowing folds in her brush train. Maybe it was unwise of her to be out where the patrons could possibly see her before she was to enter into her role since it would spoil the surprise but she couldn’t get enough of her venue. It would be here that she would make her debut into the New Vegas society, and if all went well a perfect introduction.
She stopped in the middle of the stage and let her voice expand, filling the rafters with beautiful, melodic notes that were entrancing to the ears….
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me. [/i] Laura paused after the first stanza and reeled in the emotion that she could feel in the room, such positive energy flowed out towards her as if something was urging her on, to sing more… We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me! [/i] When she finished she was stunned at the power she felt from singing just one song on a stage that would her home now, her place to shine. She smiled as she hugged herself and then headed backstage to go about her finishing touches before the performance was to begin. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Magnus on Jan 24, 2012 6:41:34 GMT 1
Magnus moved through the shadows in the rafters of the Apocalyptica. He liked the cello music the vampire musicians played when they were checking the acoustics and he was hoping to hear them play again. It seemed like at least one of them played each day. He knew it was to feed him, for they would speak to him and beg him to sing with them. But he could not. He had no music in his soul. He would take what nourishment he could from the music they played but his sadness always lead him back to his hiding places when they finished playing. He just could not sing, he had no reason to. His home was gone, his beloved opera house lay in ruin and ashes far across the sea. He reached up and touched the elegant mask on his face where he had been burned in the fires, it added a dashing look to his black tux and tails that he wore with a red sash and tie. His things had been moved here after the fires but it was not home. He could survive here, he could live here, but he could not sing here. He noticed a lot of excitement and movement on the part of the staff and cast of the show that had been rehearsed for the last few weeks. He wondered if the show was to be held tonight. It didn’t matter, there were no singers that spoke to his soul, only the music of the cellos. Far up in the rafters he sat on a beam and tried to see what was going on below. He could see the stage and he could hear one of the musicians, the one who hated his own beautiful face shouting about being hideous. He almost smiled but then something caught his eye. A woman, in a long flowing gown; a woman whose beauty was beyond measure. He stood and leaned over the rail to get a better look. That was when she started to sing. Her voice hit him like a tidal wave and he staggered back to the beam he had been sitting on. His hand when to his heart and he closed his eyes. Her voice was sweet and filled with passion. Each and every note was on perfect pitch, each and every word made his heart soar with delight. He licked his lips and inhaled deep as his soul partook of the banquet feast that flowed through him. Music, pure, perfect, untainted music was coming from the most delectable woman he had ever seen in his entire life. Suddenly, she was all he would ever need, she was all he had ever needed. But it was over too soon, the music had stopped. He had to follow. He had to hear her sing again. He stood up and followed her. She was back stage. The walls did not go all the way up to the ceiling so he was able to follow her across the rafters leaping from one beam to another as if he was walking on solid ground. When he found her he peered down at her from the shadows. For the first time since he came to the Apocalyptica, music filled his soul and sprang from his lips…. “I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne ...
to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music ...
music...
You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone ...
I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music ...
my music ... “ It was music from the same musical she had been singing from. His heart needed to connect with hers, somehow… “Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon thier defences ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ... “ He trailed off and move deeper into the shadows to see if his music spoke to her heart. Shyness gripped him and he wondered if he even wanted her to see him yet. Panic filled him and he stood deep in the shadows, ready to run. |
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Post by melissaparker on Jan 24, 2012 7:20:54 GMT 1
Melissa checked her appearance for the hundredth time that night. She was going to the masquerade ball, it was the opening of the club. She sighed as she twirled around and sighed. "Hmm," She smiled as she thought she looked elegant enough or at least she hoped to turn some heads. Her hair was done by herself, it was nothing to fancy. It was curly and wavy at the bottom, making her hair seem light and full of body. It fell lightly against her back and shoulder blades. Today her hair was a golden blonde with darker blonde highlights. She smiled as her hair seemed to be perfect. Now she looked at the make-up she wore. She wore very light make-up, only enough to give her a healthy glowing look. She sat on her large victorian four poster bed, and grabbed her shoes she had left out. She slipped them on her small delicate feet, and then strapped them on.
She smiled and posed infront of her mirror for the mask she wore. It was a black mask, that tied at the back of her head, because she didn't want to hold hers up. It had beaded at each side, so it fell against her pale cheeks. White diamonds started from each side of the mask and ended where the mask went to her nose. She brushed her long elegant fingers against the black leaf like decorations on the mask, it was in the middle of the mask, on top. She smiled at it and than hand her hands down her black dress. It was strapless, exposing her back, it was make of satin like material. The dressed was low cut, exposing some, but not to much of her bosom to everyone. It hugged her curves, making her more womanly than normal. "Not bad" She said as she looked at her reflection once more, before grabbing her purse and heading out of the building.
Melissa sighed as she stood in front of her home, biting her lip. 'Maybe I shouldn't go, I don't know the vampires around here that well, so I won't miss anything.' She thought to herself and she shook her head. "No, I am going. I can do this. I am vampire, not a anti-social child" She held her head up high, and began to walk toward the casino. She held the invitation in her hand and sighed softly. Her eyes looked at her surroundings, before settling back on the invitation. "Might as well, show up and get it over with. I hate parties" She put it back in her purse, and began to make her way there. Her heels clicked against the ground, as she elegantly and gracefully walked toward the party. She got closer, she began to hum to herself, singing an old melody her mother sang to her, when she was a child.
It's often I sat on my true love's knee
And many a fond tale he told me
He told me things that never shall be
Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.
The rose is red, the grass is green
The days are past that I have seen
And there is another where I have been
Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.
I wish I was where I love best
Close in them arms I would embrace
The door should be locked and the key in the chest
Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
Wish I was a maid again
Then my parents would not complain
Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.
I'll dye my petticoats crimson red
Through the world I'll beg my bread
When he comes back he'll think I'm dead
Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush
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Post by lalabear2 on Jan 29, 2012 3:29:40 GMT 1
Anastasiya Dotchev sat at her desk chair- staring at herself in the mirrior for a long period of time. She decided to make her make up simple but pretty. It was a blend of red and orange with thin black line of black eyeliner. Her mascara and eye liner making her eyes almost cat like. Tonight was a special night. It was the well known Masquarde party. She had received an invite from some seceret benefactor. Her mother was so excited for her that she had given her daughter one of her old dresses that she has been keeping hidden for such a long time. It was strapless and went straight down a little past your knees. It was a dark red with an orange waist band. It was absolutely beautiful and elegant for tonight’s occasion. It also went very nicely with her very multi-colored hair. Her whole out fit tonight would most likely get a lot of peoples attention.
She slipped into the red dress- making sure not to mess up her make up. She twirled in front of her family. Getting great feed back- she even felt there approval. She let her hair fall down past her shoulders and gave it a quick brush. She smiled at herself once more- before heading towards where the many shoe options lay. She pondered on this. Then grabbed a pair of white heels. She slipped those on. Anastasiya headed out of the room and said to her family ”Alright, well I am off! I don’t know when I will be back. But Ill let myself in.” she smiled at all of them. She grabbed the invite from the counter and then headed towards the door.
”You look so pretty tonight honey. Is there a specific guy you are trying to impress?’’ Her mother asked.
That question caught her off guard. Anastasiya looked back over her shoulder at them and responded ”Of course not! I am just single and ready to mingle.” which was a lie. She was dressing this nicely for Vengence. The one guy that she wanted but knew that should never have. She knew that in this dress she would get his attention straight away if he was going. She walked out the door and down the straight. She looked at the piece of paper which had the location. She had a good idea where this place was located. Off she went to one amazing night of her life. Or at least she hoped it would be.
It took her a good fifteen minutes to get to the place. As she walked to the front she pulled out her ticket. The bouncers nodded there heads and allowed her to walk by. She pushed open the doors and the sound of music welcomed her instantly. She headed in and looked around carefully. The room was packed with others like her, vampires and so many others. She saw an empty table- until she had a few drinks or so. She would not be on that dance floor as of yet. Her other reason was there was no one to dance with. Anastasiya placed herself in a chair facing the room- she moved a little to the music.
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Post by vengeance on Jan 30, 2012 13:58:47 GMT 1
Vengeance had accepted the invitation with Angelique being so close to being due in her pregnancy she had handed over her invitation to him to take her place. She knew he would handle it quite well considering he was a stripper but no one would expect him to be the one going in her stead. He dressed all in white almost. A pair of white pair of suit pants and a white suit jacket with a black button down shirt. The outfit seemed to fit him perfectly. He wore a velvet black mask with white trimming and red ribbon to tie it. He then put on the red tie to match the red ribbon. He left his hair down to give himself a sort of rebel likeness. Not much. Most already thought he was wild but he didn't care.
Anyone who knew him would know him even with it on. Angelique caught him on his way out and rubbed her stomach and he couldn't help but giving her a slight smile. She knew that when things happened he'd help the best he could. That child was going to be a whole knew generation and the child needed to be taught right. "You look good, Vengeance." He nodded. "I'll tell you what happens. You go to bed before Gabriel freaks again." He walked out and along the street whistling as he moved. He fixed his jacket better figuring he was there in Angelique's stead so he would need to just keep his trap shut. Yeah right. This was Vengeance and he knew it. He walked up to the building and his hand slid into the pocket on the inside of his suit's jacket and pulled out the invitation with Angelique's name. "Angelique is close so has sent me in her stead. It was too last minute to change the invite and she said that if anyone has a problem with my going then they could deal with her wrath."
Vengeance chuckled softly. "And I would rather deal with Thor than a pregnant vampire that would be out for blood." The men nodded and let him pass knowing it was true. If Angelique had to miss anything Vengeance would be right there and that was that. He walked with a confident step and a curve to his lips. Oh this had got to be good. But he had been curious about this place since he had heard of it opening. It was truly a sight to see. The place had that old opera type stage that looked truly brilliant. The owners had pulled out all the stops with this place. The rock look to it was also quite brilliant. Old items were used. Statues about the place. The room was lit up with a chandeliers hanging from the roof.
But Vengeance always held a calm though the danger wafted off of him as if second nature to him. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. He saw a few early arrivals looking quite beautiful in their dresses and handsome men having pulled out their dashing attire as well. He walked with a confident air coming off of him. Each step as light as a dancer's step. His eyes glittered through the mask's holes. He should be back at Lust making sure all was well. But it was better for him to be here than there.
He began to whisper softly a song he had enjoyed. "Here I stand Helpless and left for dead Close your eyes So many days go by Easy to find what's wrong Harder to find what's right I believe in you, I can show you That I can see right through all your empty lies I won't stay long in this world so wrong Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight Trembling Crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes Stealing the life of mine..." He began to look around at the people then once more.
Everyone didn't know what he was other than he just was. He never told a soul who he once had been. The one that guarded many now walked the Earth without his former glory. Granted he was different back in Heaven but now he was even more different. He tilted his head as he saw a woman he had seen many times and his whispered words still came. "I believe in you, I can show you That I can see right through all your empty lies I won't last long in this world so wrong Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight..."
He chuckled some because how many times had he been associated with the Devil? Quite a few times. But if they only knew the secrets hidden deep within. And now Michael was in Lust. Fuck he had to help hide him as well. Vengeance could remember his own innocence when he had fallen. That innocence slowly decayed to nothingness. "Hold on, hold on Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight Hold on, hold on Goodbye..." He went to lift a hand as if to brush his fingers through his hair but remembered he was wearing a pirate's hat and grunted. How many more angels would come? How many were here already?
What the Hell were they doing here? Nothing shown on the portions on his face that were uncovered by the mask except for a cold look in his eyes. He had lost much being on Earth. But he shouldn't be standing here contemplating on what was once and now gone. He was human in most senses of the word. Except for some things. But some things never change. He began to walk about until he stopped by a woman in the chair. "Care to dance with the Devil tonight, sweet cheeks?" Oh, how Anika had always enjoyed him calling her that as she threw viperous words at him. He could play the proper gentleman for the night.
His tall frame bent over at the waist as he bowed and took her hand in his lightly and kissed the knuckles. His eyes met her eyes. "Stasi, isn't it? I must compliment you on your manner of dress. Very pretty." Yes, he could charm as well having been a stripper there wasn't much he couldn't call on when the need arose. He straightened and looked at her. "I mean when the music does begin. Seems we are quite early..." And he was pretty sure Stasi was her name from that one time someone had introduced them.
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Post by The Narrator on Jan 30, 2012 16:02:06 GMT 1
I would like to remind everyone that this is a masquerade ball. That means formal wear from any era and some sort of fancy mask. Please remember it is not a costume party but rather a 'ball'...
Please remember it is a musical so music lyrics and youtube videos are allowed as long as they fit in with the story line.
Thank you.
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Post by ryanelliot on Mar 7, 2012 3:10:27 GMT 1
Ryan walked into the building, a calm look upon his handsome face. He was attending the Masquerade to be security, not to have a good time. He was here without his partner, which put a damper on things, at least for him. He ran his fingers through his dark locks, and frowned. "Damn hair" He mumbled under his breath, it refused to obey him. He gave up, and brushed out his suit. He didn't like it, he wasn't one for dressing up for parties, he hated suits. He shook his head and glanced at his reflection in a mirror, he wanted to look good tonight, so Mathias, and the rest of VSF would be proud of him. For the party, he decided to wear a modern 3 piece suit. It was nothing really fancy, but it was still formal wear, it was nice enough to wear to the party. It was also easy to move around in, in case he had to deal with rowdy vampires, mutants, or whatever else that was also attending to the masquerade.
He tilted his head to the side, as he looked at himself, and smiled. He did look handsome today, better than he usually does in his working uniform, his mischievous eyes gleamed as thoughts entered his mind. His fingers wrapped around his tie, straightening it out, and then his smoothed out his suit jacket again. As good as he looked, he felt uncomfortable, in the suit. He wasn't used to the fabric, and he was felt....odd being here alone without his partner. He shook his head, and returned to his calm nature. "I'll be here for a few hours, then I can go home." He whispered as he left the mirror, and began to walk around, nodding to a few people he knew. His hands behind his back, but his body was ready for a sudden attack or fight it it were to happen. He closed his eyes, listening to the conversations around him, before slowly opening them. He felt the sudden urge to sing, he smiled as a song came to him. He hummed it at first, before opening his lips, and his voice began to sing.
"Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
You just better start sniffin' your own
rank subjugation jack 'cause it's just you
against your tattered libido, the bank and
the mortician, forever man and it wouldn't
be luck if you could get out of life alive
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door"
It wasn't the best choice of song, but it was the only song he could think of. He smiled as the song left his lips, and filled the air around him. He shook his head as he continued to walk around, and licked his dry lips, before greeting a few others. His uneasiness slowly went away, and he began to relax around the others, a smile crept on his face, he just might enjoy himself here.
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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Mar 20, 2012 3:38:38 GMT 1
Marcel was a little uncertain about his attendance at this ball. Of course he had to go, it would be a terrible faux pas if he did not. But he found that his confidence had been more shaken than he had thought possible. He sighed softly. And that was yet one more reason why he needed to attend. Such reticence was not in his nature, it was a lingering wound to the very core of his very being, something that Darius had bequeathed him along with his physical wounds and one it seemed that would take longer to heal.
He turned before the mirror and smiled at last. He did look rather dashing even if he did say so himself. He had eschewed the modern tuxedo styles that seemed to have become the ubiquitous fashion everywhere whilst he slept. Marcel had no intention of dressing to follow some un-fashion like that. No, he would return to the more elegant and stylish fashions of his youth and homeland. Sadly much of that era had been lost to common memory as well as time but he could still pay homage to his origins in his own sophisticated way.
Marcel had given a great deal of thought to his attire for tonight. It was in a way something of his début to a return into vampire polite society. He did not want to look too eager to embrace the 'modern times' but neither did he wish to seem too 'out of touch'. A difficult balance to strike given his situation. He had finally decided upon a look that was somewhat anachronistic but deliberately so. There were many who knew how long he had been sleeping, let them have a subtle reminder of how long he had also been awake.
Discarding jackets and waistcoats he had settled for a stylish doublet in a lapis blue jacquard, heavily embroidered with royal gold fleurs-de-lis. A white silk shirt lightly trimmed with valances lace complimented it, and made a crisp contrast through the jags of his sleeves. Yes, that would do very nicely. Given he was making a style statement, Marcel finished his ensemble with silk trimmed breeches rather than hose. It wouldn't do to look 'quaint'. Only the doublet was a true vintage original, but that was quite enough to make his point tonight.
The mask he had selected was also gold, another genuine vintage piece and edged to give hints of an antique crown. He had worn it before at another party ages past. He chuckled to himself and wondered absently if he would meet anyone else tonight that would remember that party. His crested ring was the only other adornment he added before he was finally ready to leave.
“Hoyt...?” he called softly. He had recovered a great deal from his long sleep, but he would not be going anywhere without his favoured child. Not only did he still feel the need for Hoyt's occasional gentle prompts, but his golden child would be distraught beyond measure should he risk himself unduly. No, Hoyt would escort him to this party, it was another subtle point he would make. Marcel was back, and it was finally time for New Vegas to know it. With the Posse as out-runners, Marcel and Hoyt arrived at the venue.
The invitation was in Hoyt's name, Marcel's awakening was not yet common knowledge, but with his not unknown name and his charming smile it was not long before he was being ushered inside with profound apologies for the unintended slight. Marcel was magnanimous in his acceptance, squeezing Hoyt's hand gently as the latter fought to suppress a chuckle. People had a way of falling in with Marcel's way of seeing things, it simply was the way things were.
The mask and his long absence from the social set allowed Marcel to move somewhat incognito at first amongst the guests as Hoyt quietly prompted him as to the identities of those players with whom he was not yet acquainted. His interest was most piqued by the idea of angels and he was most curious to meet one in person. He heard the distant refrain of a singer stretching her voice and the perfect pitch and timing caught him for a moment in total rapture, but all too soon it was over. Marcel's curiosity with regards to the evening's entertainments was suddenly rekindled.
He began to murmur to himself a song, not so terribly old but most apropos:
Les anges dans nos campagnes
Ont entonné l'hymne des cieux;
Et l'écho de nos montagnes
Redit ce chant mélodieux.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo,
Gloria, in excelsis Deo.
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Post by leonis on Mar 22, 2012 13:01:28 GMT 1
Leonis could hear all the sounds of the music as they began to play music just lightly as if to set the mood but then he heard it a strange sound that didn't sit with the rest of the place. He began to move towards where the Masquerade would be truly held. He tilted his head like the predator he was. What had that noise been indeed? Where had it come from? The glass dropping but nothing looked out of place but he had truly heard it, hadn't he? Maybe he was just nervous. He set his instrument case down in a chair and would come back for it. He needed to find Kai and Leif.
He turned on his heel and began to walk back up the stairs when he heard someone singing. A beautiful male voice. An alluring male voice. He decided to speak to Kai later about it. His steps were soft as he made his way back to Kai's room. He made it to the room hearing Leif trying to console Kai. He tapped a couple knocks before opening Kai's door. He strolled inside and closed the door quietly behind him. He had this feeling something was not right with the two sounds he had heard but right now Kai was top of the list on the emotional portion of his life.
"Having a bit of fun without me again, Leif?" He shook his head moving to where Kai was and held out his arms. "Come on, my love. They are not perfect all that are here but you. You are as perfect as can be. This place you created is wonderful. You have done wonderfully, Kai. Besides you will have Leif and I by your side, dear lover. We should make a grand entrance and join them as befitting a King and his Princes. Let them all into the Hall and walk the stairs as you are the King and we the Princes." He murmured leaning down to Kai's ear as he spoke. "Let us make a grand entrance."
He brought his lips to Kai's cheek softly. "Do you not agree, Kai?" He turned his head looking at Leif. "What do you think?" Granted he had always felt a bit of jealousy mixed in with his love for Kai and Leif. When they were together alone he felt a bit left behind but it never showed on his face unless he was poking at Leif. "And did not a famous director once say 'the show must go on?' We can only be late enough for a grand entrance to shroud ourselves even more in mystery, my love."
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