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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 3, 2008 13:02:20 GMT -5
(A little review)
An old Victorian mansion sits as the centerpiece to this town, it‘s age has began to show through the years of rot and decay. The town finally concludes the best solution is to tear it down so they could make space for newer houses. However two nights before the demolition of the mansion, invitations are place throughout the town, inviting everyone to attend a masquerade at the mansion, exactly a week from that day. The town, having thought this to be a joke one of the teenagers had played, had the house destroyed that afternoon. When they woke the next day, new invitations had been placed throughout the town, and the house was standing as though it had never been touched. However its age was unnoticeable, the paint had been reapplied, the rotting wood replaced and the dead garden was full of newly grown flowers.
(Alright, entrance post, you need to be somewhere in the town. It’s best if you describe how you find the flyer, and what makes you decide to go to the Masquerade. Also, it has been a week. When your character enters the RP, the ball will be the very next day.)
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 3, 2008 17:54:15 GMT -5
The blue-haired girl drew more than a few stares as she made her way down the street, a rolled-up flyer in her hand. She wasn't dressed in any way like a street punk that would dye her hair, indeed, quite the contrary. Her walk was graceful, her stance proper. Her shoulders were squared and her back completely void of slouching. Her steps were neither too long, resulting in bobbing up and down, or too short, resulting in tilting from side to side. They were always no more than the amount best suited to carrying her to the next step as her shoes clipped along with a constant heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe.
Perhaps it was the combination of her noblewoman's gait, unassuming clothes and odd hair color strangely precisely identical to her eye color that drew the stares more than the hair alone, but she paid it no mind. The day was drawing to a close and she wanted to make sure she could find the mansion before she returned to her hotel room to change into her gown.
Three days ago, or rather, twenty years from now, she received an anonymous message that something important was happening here. It had sounded quite urgent, and she had immediately gathered the things she expected to need and headed to this town. A flyer had been easy to acquire, giving the date and time of the event. Now all that was left was to be there and see what happened.
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 4, 2008 18:14:18 GMT -5
(Alright, I'm in with what I think were my characters....)
"No... nu-huh, no way." A familiar voice crowed from behind Nayra. A girl her age immediately run up and into the Talihin's path, her arms stretched out to block her. She was a redhead, wearing a basic blouse and miniskirt under, bizarrely, a white laboratory coat. A pair of safety goggles hung around her neck while a faint scar could be seen going down over her left eye.
"Please, do not tell me you're going to a party tommorow... And if you are, please, please don't tell me you have a date..." The scientist girl pleaded.
*Elsewhere*
"It looks convincing to me, Colin... but, are you sure you want to go like that?" Ruban asked his daughter.
"Colin" looked down at herself, She had placed a fedora hat on her head, carefully grooming her hair so that the hat hid it and made it seem shorter than it really was. She had put on a daper business suit that hid her feminine figure, as well as appearantly doing something with her chest to.... (ahem) hide it.
"The invitation said for Colin Degren to come, Dad." Cassandra said, her voice raspy and perfectly mimicing her old, male self. "What do I do? Show up in a red cocktail evening gown with my hair up in a ribbon?"
Cassandra's father looked at the girl's closet, which was open just slightly. "I would assume so, since you have one back there hung up..."
"Oh.... uh..." Cassandra chuckled nervously, looking back at her coset. "You saw that? That's... uh, for the second half of the ball... after I've met a nice girl and danced a few times, or something..."
Ruban chuckled. "And then do the same with a nice boy during the second half?"
Cassandra chuckled nervously again as she turned red. "Dad, get out of my room, I have to pack before you can drive me to the hotel."
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 4, 2008 18:46:44 GMT -5
The blue-haired girl stopped as the girl in the lab coat got in front of her. She tilted her head to the side and scowled as she arched one eyebrow. "Karen, don't you think bringing a date to a ball that takes place before I'm even born would be just a little disruptive to the time stream?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 4, 2008 20:26:16 GMT -5
The scientist gave a breath of relief as she slumped and lowered her arms. "Oh, good... You don't have one too..."
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 4, 2008 21:29:11 GMT -5
"Either," Nayra corrected her classmate, "and correction, I don't want one. Unlike you, who I'm going to hazard to guess hasn't been able to find one?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 5, 2008 15:50:39 GMT -5
"Heeey!" Karen yelled angrily, scowling in offense. She then paused, though, and hung her head in shame. "Yeah..."
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 5, 2008 22:10:41 GMT -5
*inside the mansion*
The inside of the mansion held a clique description of what most would assume it to look like. Even so, the architecture was truly a magnificent sight to behold. The main entrance arched into an elegant gothic shaped doorframe. Upon first inspection one would notice that none of the doorways bared a door--instead red velvet fabric draped in it‘s place--adored with golden tassels and an assortment of different jewels. The ceiling and floor was made of black marble, which glistened with it’s untouched age. The mansion held over one hundred rooms, each decorated with the same red velvet fabric, and golden silk. At the entrance of the mansion, the grand staircase--lined in golden silk led upward to the centerpiece of the room which appeared to be a grand clock made of pure gold. The numbers were fashioned into roman numerals, giving the spectacular object an antique atmosphere. At the foot of the staircase was the ballroom, and to the left was a second room prepared to hold a feast for the arriving guest. The feast room included just as it said, a feast placed on large mahogany tables with silver plates. Just on a another table was food of all sorts and three empty punchbowls. The ballroom held its own orchestra, which played soft music to best set the atmosphere of calmness and perhaps a bit of grace. The rest of the rooms were either bedrooms, empty, or restrooms. A silhouette of a man suddenly appeared in the doorway eastward from the clock, his cobalt eyes gleamed amidst the shadow, drinking the darkness around them. “Krystal!...Brutus!” The husky voice bellowed through the mansion, echoing off the marble surroundings. Suddenly two figures scurried up the stairs to join the figure who had called them. “Master.” Krystal curtsied quietly and turned to Brutus. “Master, Bates” The cobalt eyes turned upon the other man. “JUST, master---if you would Brutus. Krystal, is everything prepared for tonight?” “Yes sir. The food is ready.” “And the drinks?” “I prepared them the way you asked, sir.” “Excellent. And....Krystal, just what the hell are you wearing?” “Beg your pardon sir?” “Your attire. It requires some attention.” She glared at him, mouth agape and lowered her head to look at the ratty fabric. The shadow suddenly stepped forward, allowing only a hand to peek into the light. The hand touched her forehead softly, changing the ratty cloth she wore into a beautiful silk gown--green, to bring out her eyes--accompanied by a matching mask adorned with beads and vibrant colored feathers. “Lovely.” His hand grazed her cheek, and suddenly her hair was woven into loose curls. She blushed, and quietly flittered off to the feast room. Her movement seemed so gentle it was as if she were being carried by a soft breeze. The shadow suddenly inched into the light, revealing only minor features to his handsome countenance. “Brutus, go to the door. Our guest should be arriving very soon.”
(Sorry for taking so long to post guys.)
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 6, 2008 0:22:30 GMT -5
(So I assume it's time to time lapse to the evening?)
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 6, 2008 16:13:13 GMT -5
(.....yes. Look I'm sorry. First time starting an RP on a site.)
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 6, 2008 16:39:53 GMT -5
(No sweat, no worries. You're doing great. I just wanted to verify and make sure. Would you prefer if GB and I waited for some others to post first or should we go ahead?)
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 6, 2008 20:39:16 GMT -5
(Please, if anyone else joins -.-)
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 6, 2008 21:00:24 GMT -5
(Well, I know True's coming, and I believe KT wanted in. If we ask nicely, we can probably get Kainus, too.)
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Post by This One on Feb 6, 2008 22:34:57 GMT -5
(And This One is here, too...>>)
Tate looked at the invitation in his hand. It was warm and crinkled from having been shoved into his hoodie pocket all day. At school, it was all that everyone was talking about. Not that anyone even dreamt of going to some party at a condemned building, oh no. But there was talk that someone at the school had started the rumors and that the teachers had launched a full-scale investigation to find and expell the troublemaker.
"Masquerade ball?" Tate thought aloud, sitting on his bed and turning the flyer in his hand. "Tsch. Yeah, right."
He stood and walked over to his window, sliding it open to let the cool night breeze into his room. He laid the flyer on his desk. "Well," he thought aloud, once again, "I guess it would give me somewhere new to go walking, at least." With that thought, his mind was made up.
If this thing really is a masquerade, he thought, this time silently, then am I supposed to dress up or something? He looked down. His worn-out hoodie and equally worn pants were hardly ball-worthy. He chewed gently on the metal ring in his lip as he thought about what to do. Finally, he knealt down, reaching under his bed and pulling out a dark green backpack. He unzipped it and threw open his closet door, searching through his tee-shirts and hoodies for something more formal.
Like I'll even need it. This whole thing's some lame joke. Even so, he finally found a shirt that was void of any holes, rips or tears, had a collar, and was neatly pressed. Mainly because he had never worn the thing before.
"That'll work," he mumbled, pulling it off the hanger and stuffing it in his backpack. It was a bit embarrasing for him. He soon realized that finding a pair of pants in a similar condition would be much harder, and settled on a pair of dark denim jeans that didn't appear to have any large holes. Also cramming them into his backpack, he zipped the bag up and climbed out of his window into the backyard, making sure to grab the invitation on his way out. Closing the window behind him, he quickly took off toward the place mentioned on the flyer.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 7, 2008 1:33:19 GMT -5
(*laughs* Ooh, this'll be great ... Nayra's gonna really scowl at him. She may be nice, but she's still got more of a nobility mindset than she'd like to admit. And Tate's showing up to a high-class event in a shirt and jeans. =P)
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