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Apr 19, 2013 11:57AM
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So, any of these sound good:
-Real life sisters who's parents die and they have to raise themselves
-Real life college romcance-just for giggles-
-Fantasy world with a huge war going on
-Masquerade ball
-Real life sisters who's parents die and they have to raise themselves
-Real life college romcance-just for giggles-
-Fantasy world with a huge war going on
-Masquerade ball
Why you make this so hard?! O.O
Choose, dearest Aberforth. ;)
Choose, dearest Aberforth. ;)
Oky doky! Do you want to do doubles? :)
Name: Clarity Gillus Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long golden hair, touched the small of her back. It is styled in a side-part. Her eyes are hazel, and she always has a mysterious look in them. She is 5ft 4inches tall.
Name: Drystan MackwinAge: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown shaggy but kept hair. Bright green mischievous eyes, 6ft 1inch.
Green outfit, with gold trimming.
Name: Ewa-Marie Rundquist
Age: 20
Appearance: Ewa has long, kinky and curly light blonde hair that's almost white. She has silvery blue eyes that are radiant and olive skin. She's very tall with long fingers, legs and huge eyes.
Masquerade ball gown:
Masquerade Mask:
Age: 20
Appearance: Ewa has long, kinky and curly light blonde hair that's almost white. She has silvery blue eyes that are radiant and olive skin. She's very tall with long fingers, legs and huge eyes.
Masquerade ball gown:
Masquerade Mask:
Name: Grey Iron
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Mask:
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Mask:
Ewa-Marie Rundquist waltzed into the ball, and she couldn't help but noticed she attracted the attention of many young men.
As Clarity walked down the steps into the ball room, her dress trailed behind her. She tried not to attracted attention as she slipped to the back. She hadn't wanted to come here, abut her mother had made her.
Ewa watched the others carefully, unsure of what to do. She slipped on her mask, hoping not to be recognized as the grand thief that she was. She was here to pry information.
Grey, eyes wide, just a poor country boy took in the scene and adjusted his mask, watching the other people mill around.
Grey, eyes wide, just a poor country boy took in the scene and adjusted his mask, watching the other people mill around.
Drystan watch Ewa from the side lines, sinking in her image. His hands are folded behind his back. Being a noble, he had been to many balls before.Clarity had almost tripped on her dress, being the klutz that she was. She stood behind the other girls, being shorter than most of them. She glanced outside. It was nice out.
Ewa watched the royal from the corner of her eye, her golden hair dripping into her olive skin face. She waltzed towards him and dipped into a polite curtsey, knowing the customs of the palace. "Good evening, sir." She said quietly.
Grey walked towards Clarity. "Excuse me, do you know what you're doing?" He whispered with a playful smirk.
Grey walked towards Clarity. "Excuse me, do you know what you're doing?" He whispered with a playful smirk.
Clarity looked up startled. "What?" She says slowly."Good evening. Dance?" He asks her formally. The music for the first dance starts up.
Grey winked. "I'm presuming I'm not the only one who's not at home." He laughed lightly. "I'm Grey. It's a pleasure." He kissed her hand formally and dipped into a bow.
Ewa nodded. "Of course." She told him, holding out her hand and averting her eyes.
Ewa nodded. "Of course." She told him, holding out her hand and averting her eyes.
Drystan kissed her hand gently and leads her out to the dance floor. Clarity smiles. "Clarity."
Ewa felt the cold blade that was attatched to her inner thigh strongly. She was here to start a war. If she could say she was from the opposing country and possibly kill this royal there would be a war between the land. She walked sweetly out to the middle and curtsied, waiting for him to place his hands on the small of her back.
"Lovely name." Grey told her.
"Lovely name." Grey told her.
Drystan does, and pulls her in for the dance. "Thank you." She curtsies.
Ewa shifted one leg expertly back like she had a limp so he would not feel the dagger strapped to her inner thigh. She looked into his eyes and smiled fakely, but very well done.
"I'm presuming you're not royalty, then." He said with a smile.
"I'm presuming you're not royalty, then." He said with a smile.
Drystan smiled at her warmly, eyes glinting in the light. The dance begins."No, not that high up." Clarity said politely.
Ewa watched him carefully. He suspected nothing. She began to dance expertly. "So, you are the royal prince?" She asked him, her white dress twirling outwards.
Grey nodded. "I'm not either. But I was invited. I'm the stable boy for the prince."
Grey nodded. "I'm not either. But I was invited. I'm the stable boy for the prince."
Clarity nods. "My sisters are high up in society. This is my first Ball." Drystan twirls her expertly. "Yes, I am." He says as he pulls her back in.
Grey nodded thoughtfully, listening. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. "Really? It's my first as well."
Ewa smiles and lets him twirl her. She admires for a split second his alluring grace. He was quite handsome. What a shame he will be dead soon.
Ewa smiles and lets him twirl her. She admires for a split second his alluring grace. He was quite handsome. What a shame he will be dead soon.
"Have you enjoyed it so far?" Clarity said, trying to make conversation.Drystan notices how beautiful she was. As the song ends, he bows to her. "Punch?" He says politely.
"No." Grey said earnestly. "I mean, you're wonderful company."
"Yes please, of course, sir." She curtsied.
"Yes please, of course, sir." She curtsied.
"Oh? Why not?" Clarity said folding her hands over her waist.He smiled. "Call me Drystan." He took her hand and led her towards the punch.
"I guess I'm just a little out of place." He shrugged, gesturing to his very modest, not flourished suit.
"Why thank you." Ewa smiled, a glint of smugness in her blue eyes. She waited for him to pour her some punch.
"Why thank you." Ewa smiled, a glint of smugness in her blue eyes. She waited for him to pour her some punch.
He did, without sloshing it once. He hands it to her and pours his own. "To heath." He says smiling. "And meeting new people." Clarity smiles. "Maybe." She politely curtsies. "It was a pleaser meeting you Grey. But I see my cousin beckoning me." She smiles. "Excuse me."
Ewa smiled, cocking her head and clinking her crystal glass against his, studying him. "Cheer." She said, with a fake smile. "May I lead you to the courtyard, good sir?"
Grey furrowed his brow. "Hey, come back!" He jogged after her.
Grey furrowed his brow. "Hey, come back!" He jogged after her.
"Yes, my lady." He said taking her hand."Yes?" Clarity said walking up to a tall dark haired man. "Cousin! I am pleased to see you." She said.
Ewa smiled and practically waltz beside him, opening the French doors daintily, and gazing off into the kingdom off the huge balcony.
Drystan smiled and followed her out. "I do not believe I caught your name." He says slowly.Clarity talked with him, then he walked off to dance with someone. She turns to Grey. "Well?"
"Ewa-Marie Rundquist the third of the French Military Court." Ewa responded politely. She knew France and Italy were arch enemies.
"Pleasure." Drystan said again. "Lovely out, isn't it?"
"It is." Ewa smiled, practically singing. She scooched forward. Seduction then stabbing.. She thought to herself, looking up into his eyes, luring him in for a kiss.
He smiled and put his hand on her chin. "Your dress is lovely." He says quietly.Clarity swayed to the music. "I love this dance."
"Thank you." She smiled and closed her eyes, standing on her tip toes and waiting.
"Me too." Grey said with a smile.
"Me too." Grey said with a smile.
Drystan leans in, and plants his lips to hers, slowly, tenderly.She smiled at him and closed her eyes, listening to the peaceful music.
Ewa smiled smugly against his lips, kissing back passionately. With one hand, she pressed his head against hers so he could not escape, yet it seemed loving and securing. With her other, she lifted her dress and retrieved her dagger, poising it over his back.
Grey watched her. "May I have this dance, lady?"
Grey watched her. "May I have this dance, lady?"
Clarity curtsies. "Of course." Drystan wraps his hands around her, and kisses her. He leans into her, getting closer.
Ewa came closer with the dagger, but realized something. Something she'd never felt before. She knew that the war had to be started, and that these countries had to feel humiliated and learn a sense of respect for this Earth. But suddenly, and surprisingly, she was wondering if this man's death was the only way she could go about it.
Still kissing slowly, she wondered what this feeling was. The only explanation for her, was love. She pulled back and gazed into her eyes. Her mouth was hung open, her eyes wide in amazement. She let the dagger clatter to the ground and stumbled backwards, never having felt that before. She couldn't admit to herself that she'd felt love. Because she never had before. And she'd kissed men to get what she'd wanted. But never this profound feeling, and it felt...weird. She stared at him in horror, a single tear falling from her eye. She wiped it away quickly and turned away.
Still kissing slowly, she wondered what this feeling was. The only explanation for her, was love. She pulled back and gazed into her eyes. Her mouth was hung open, her eyes wide in amazement. She let the dagger clatter to the ground and stumbled backwards, never having felt that before. She couldn't admit to herself that she'd felt love. Because she never had before. And she'd kissed men to get what she'd wanted. But never this profound feeling, and it felt...weird. She stared at him in horror, a single tear falling from her eye. She wiped it away quickly and turned away.
Drystan, still in shock, let her go until she reached the door. "Ewa... Wait. Please." He said. Something had been different about his voice.
Ewa paused, when she turned back she was crying softly, something she wasn't sure she'd ever done. "Yes?" She whispered, stepping closer. How would she start the war? What was she to do. She almost lunged for the knife and plunged it into his back, but just stared at his lips, entranced at how they had been locking together.
"Don't leave. Wait... What wrong?" He steps forward, onto the knife. He looks down. "Ewa... What's this doing here?" He says with an edge in his voice.
