THE MAIN THREAD - EVERYONE

[ELIZABETH]

this thread is for everyone to post on! of course you can also start mini threads, but this is the funnest. post away! just remember when the masks come off, to find your partner, if you didn't stick with them.

YOU GUYS HAVE TWO WEEKS TO FINISH UP WITH EVERYTHING. we may add more time if needed.

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[HOLLY-LYNN MOORE]

You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, "this is my downfall" ,
As you squint and you grimace,
we both know your heart's not in it

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Naturally, Holly was drunk. Why? Because she was Holly, and she wasn't really looking forward to this whole masquerade thing, even though she was acting like she was. Maybe she would have been if she'd been going with Ace, but since she was going with some douche bag, well, she was kind of considering just not going at all. Of course being drunk was nothing new for Holly, especially not lately. She'd been drinking a considerable amount...and skipping even more classes than usual...and everything was pretty much just looking down for her at the moment, no matter how happy she tended to act when she was around anyone else. Of course she did act extremely happy around everyone else, she was Holly, it was all a big part of her charade that she played oh so well. Why she was slightly depressed of late she didn't know. It wasn't like her life sucked. Everything was the same...only she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who sometimes confused the hell out of her, but one that she liked anyway. Maybe even loved. The only thing that could be bringing her down, really, was her manic depression...she couldn't even remember if she'd been taking her pills lately. All she really knew was that when she woke up that morning she had a burn on her upper thigh and couldn't remember where she got it, but that wasn't anything new either.

But no matter how much she didn't want to go to the fucking thing, she was going. Mainly because, even if she wouldn't know which one was Ace, she wanted to be able to make sure he wasn't cheating on her or anything. Because that was the last thing she could take considering her mood lately. Of course she was already pretty sure he was....but she preferred to just pretend she didn't hear those rumors being spread around. Who knew how true they were, anyway? It was probably all lies. She was probably inwardly freaking out for no reason. Why did it even matter? Why wasn't she just cheating on him too? But of course she couldn't even look at guys anymore. Damn that Ace and his tubby, but completely beautiful body. Of course that didn't stop her from flirting with guys without even really noticing it...especially when she was drunk.

Which she was. Okay, maybe she wasn't completely drunk yet, but she definitely had a wonderful buzz going on. It was enough to make her happier than she had been of late, and enough to make her giggle as s he downed a martini, and slipped a bottle of vodka into her bag. Of course she had a plan. Of course her plan was to fucking spike the punch at the masquerade, that had been her plan the second she heard about it. Who didn't like to get crunk? Okay, she could think of a few people...she knew Delilah didn't...and she should probably warn her, since Delilah scared Holly...but whatever, she didn't care. If the masquerade was going to be any fun, she'd need to see some drunk bastards rolling around, and some confused teachers wondering what was going on.

Holly didn't take the time to fix her hair. She'd put on her make-up hours ago, but her eyeliner was starting to smudge. She pretty much looked a mess. Of course she still looked good in her own little Holly way, and the second she put her mask on no one could really see her eyeliner. Sighing loudly she shoved her mask on in a crooked way before heavily walking out of her room, and shutting the locking the door behind her. Five minutes later she arrived at the gym, actually on time for once in her life, and didn't even bother to look around for the person wearing the same color as her. No, she couldn't care about that at the moment...she'd end up with him sooner or later. And due to the alcohol in her system she'd probably come off as a total whore to him, whoever he was. But for the time being she just stealthily walked over to the punch bowl and poured her vodka in it, giggling the whole time.

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[gabe]

Gabe was not drunk, nor was he high. Did he even look like a guy who did that stuff? Not really. He was not looking forward to this whole masquerade thing-- he called it a 'masquerage', because he could just tell that something bad was going to happen. He just hoped that nothing would happen to him tonight. He did not even know who his date was. This was going to suck, and he knew it. What if it's some girl who wants to rape him or something? Hell, Gabe would probably just hang around Holly for the night, or Mike, maybe? Were they going, anyway? Holly might not, but it was not like Gabe was a physic.

Nothing much had happened to Gabe in the past couple of days. He went shopping with Holly, his mom and dad got a face lift, and that was really it. Nothing too intense. Gabe did not have a girlfriend... or boyfriend. He was not too desperate at this point, anyway. Or maybe he was. He wanted some one to love, but no serious relationship or anything. That would just be bad. Who was he going to go with? Everyone who knows his name and face is probably going to know who he is, mostly because of his height. You can say that it's scary, and yeah, it is. But Gabe does not have some kind of disorder, it was just a heredity thing. Did he even want to go to this? It was a fun idea, but then it may not be fun. It would be fun at a normal school, but this was no normal school.

Gabe walked out of the dorm of his, making his way towards the gym. It would take a little while, so Gabe sulked down. He did not have his mask on; he was waiting until he got outside of the gym to do that. He did not really have anything standing out on; just a regular tuxedo. Of course, the white shirt was untucked, and he wore a fedora. Was that going to hurt anyone? No, not that he knew of. His hair was in a curled, long mess, as usual. His mask hung from his pocket, a light blue color the mask was. His hands were shoved in his pocket, and his brown eyes kept down on the ground. If some one was infront of him, they would move.

Gabe got made fun of for his height a lot, but was he making a serious impression of it? No, not really. He just brushed it off. Most of the people who made fun of him at first came to become his friends, if not friends, then close friends. Holly probably had some kind of plan that she would tell Gabe once he got there, most likely. If she was there, but if Ace was there, Holly probably would be. She talked about him some, and all Gabe really knew about this guy was that he was Holly's boyfriend. Was Gabe jealous? Hell no. Did Gabe like anyone? No, not at the moment.

Hearing the screaming of girls and the voices of men, Gabe looked up, and there was the dreaded gym. Many people were outside of it, all trying to get in at once. Gabe looked over to the other entrance, and it was blocked off. Instead of thinking about it once more, Gabe took the light blue mask out of his pocket and took his hat off, putting the rim of the hat in his mouth while he slipped the light blue mask onto his head. Then, looking up through the mask again, he saw that the crowd had cleared up a bit. He slipped his hat back on and walked forward, entering the gym after shoving a few people out of the way. Not looking for the other person who had the same light blue color as he had, Gabe glanced around the crowd of people in the large room, looking for a familiar face... and waiting for some one to come up and start a conversation with him, at least.

Tagged;; everyone!
Status;; finished
Words;; 689
Muse;; steve rushton.
Outfit;; what is said.
Lyrics;; "Another Day" from Rent
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[harley]

her hand ran along the dress that laid upon her bed. feeling the white fabric, that seemed to have a bit of a ripple effect. not a big one, but it was big enough. though it only happened to be at the bottom, her dress, looked some what like an old timeish dress, it wasn't fancy, but it was something you'd see in a movie dealing with maybe the witch trials, you know how those type of dresses looked? well, for some odd reason, that was how harley saw the dress she was to wear. even though it was far from that type of dress. for a moment, she stared down at the dress as it was spread across her bed. she stood there, in her bra and underwear. her blue eyes, stared down at it. this whole thing seemed far fetched, the staff of the school wanted to host a event for the students? really, for good behavior, who had been good at this school, didn't everyone cause trouble at some point? what was so odd about the event, was the simple fact that the staff paired them up with their date, meaning she couldn't find herself someone to go with, though she actually didn't have a single person in mind (that, was a lie, even for harley, because she did have someone in mind, she just wouldn't ever admit it). but who wanted to be randomly put together with someone? and not know who they were until midnight, the moment you were able to remove your mask. what if it was someone she didn't remember? though, that wouldn't matter, if they knew who she was, and she didn't remember them, well, she wouldn't actually care. but, that was the type of person she was, she just didn't actually care about most things. harley moved, and picked her dress up off the bed, before slipping it on with ease, and found the perfect way to zip it up without actually having to try hard to do so.

after having got it on perfectly, harley took the moment to look at it in the mirror, so she was a vain person, but when you look like her, why wouldn't you wish to look in the mirror at a given chance? she didn't always check up on how she looked, she was just a tad bit vain. it wasn't like she jumped at the chance every time there was a mirror around, oh no, that was not harley. but she knew she looked good-- she knew she was thin. hell, she'd had her eating disorder for years, and still had it right now. you knew you had to look thin if you had it as long as she had. the dress was black around he top half, under neath where her chest ended was where the beltish type thing started, meaning where it was white. and from there on the rest of the dress was white. but that was after all her theme. she had the colors black and white, and her date would have the same color as well, meaning, if a guy had another color other than just plain old white or black on, they weren't her date. and, she couldn't be herself and go mess with any guy she felt like tonight, why? because it was recommended for each person to stick with their date, she was sure she wouldn't though. first chance given, she'd most likely go be around with someone else. a friend, she'd look for holly, unless the blond would be all over her date, depending on who it was. and timmy, well, she had no clue if timmy had decided to go. harley had not asked anyone what colors they were wearing, because really, why bother? if it's all random, it wouldn't really matter-- for the most part, she was almost sure she wouldn't get someone she wanted to.

then again, there wasn't one person she would have been hoping to ask her, (again, there's the lie, she was hoping for one guy, and one guy alone, but why would she even admit it to her own mind?). after she ran her hand down the side of her dress, she moved away from the mirror, and she went to do her make-up, or what you would see. when she took that mask off, she wanted to look good, was that such a bad thing. (actually, she was hoping to look great, just Incase her luck was good, and she got who she wanted, but again, that wouldn't have been admitted by her). and after she finished that, having red lipstick, and dark enough make up around the eyes, a bit grayish tone added into them, to match with the black and white. then, harley went to finishing her hair, pinning some of it back, to where it made a bun type thing, but most of her hair was let down, slightly curled, but not big enough to be graceful curls. but, it did seem to work for harley. and her bangs, were pushed over to the side like normal, only with a turn to the toward the bottom. her hair seemed to look just as black as part of her dress(look at banner, for hair style). after that was finished, harley moved and sat on her bed, looking in the mirror one more time. this whole thing was stupid, really, it was. but she wanted to go, just because she knew most people were going. and well, if they were going, who did that leave to be around? she would have asked kohvu to chill out, but she was sure he was going. holly, she knew was going, and timmy, well, he may have or may have not been going, she hadn't gotten around to asking him. nor had she asked kohvu, but then again, she mostly knew he'd go.

her hair rolled down her right shoulder for a moment, as she bent over to put on her black heels, harley was good sticking with a color scheme, that was true. she had things that always matched, and if they weren't meant to match. she made them match some how, some way. and as she slipped her foot into the other high heel, she stood up from the bed, and moving so that the fabric rubbed against her leg. so, she liked the feel of the fabric. there was just something about the dress, she just liked the material that the dress it's self was made of. now, she was ready, she had her dress on, she had her make-up done, and her hair was as perfect as she could get it. as she headed to the door, she had to back track, turning around and grabbing the mask from her bed, she almost forgot it. that wouldn't have been good, to walk out the door without her mask. what good would that have done if the point of the whole event, was to be a bit of a mystery? and, she grabbed the mask, before slipping it on and fixing her hair, so that it looked perfect. well, it looked perfect to her, and she looked her self over in the mirror once again, before spinning on her heel, and walking out the door. she had no idea who her date would be, really, she didn't. and she hoped it wouldn't be a big shock to her, that wouldn't have been fun, because harley was not the best person when it came to surprises. she liked some, but others, she just couldn't stand. and she thought about who her date could be, as she walked to the place where the masquerade was being held.

which, that happened to be the gym. she hopped it looked, well, not the usual. as much as she hated gym class, she had been there before, she did actually have that class the first year she came. her heels clicked as she walked, and harley was sure people's eyes were on her, but why? well, maybe because the one's that happened to be looking weren't going, or maybe they were just trying to figure out who the hell it was in white and black. it shouldn't have been really hard to figure out who people where. really, she thought it wouldn't be hard. each person had something about them that stuck out enough for someone to figure out who it was. (that, for harley, went for one guy). once the gym came in sight, harley's walking slowed down. and her mind wondered, who was her date? well, she knew she most likely had one, really, who didn't have a date, if you RSVPed, it said you'd have a date! and she looked around as she neared the door, she was yet to spot someone in plain white or black, that little hope was there, didn't you notice? harley wouldn't admit that she hoped it was him, after all. it could have been timmy, oh, that would be fun, would it not? but, that was not who she hopped for in the back of her mind. no, she'd be able to spot his messy hair from anywhere. oh, did that give it away? and, without another glance around, harley pushed the door open, and was hit with the smells of perfumes, things that should have not been blended together in such a place, she was hit with a bit of light, that seemed to be going around the room. they wouldn't turn out every light, they had to have some, didn't they? really, just think about what school this was. and harley moved away from the door, to make sure she didn't get hit with the door, knowing her luck, she would get hit with something out of random.

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[caroline]

CAROLINE LAUGHS AND ITS RAINING ALL DAY SHE LOVES
to be one of the girls. she lives in a place in the side of our lives

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Caroline didn't really know why she'd signed herself up for this. What had she been thinking? No, no one had forced her to, or snuck her name on the list. She'd willingly put her name on it, in the hopes that maybe...well, she didn't know. Maybe she was hoping such an event would help her to come out of her shell, but that probably wasn't going to happen. She'd had seventeen years to break out of her shell, but of course she didn't. And not to mention the fact that hey were making her dress all...dressey. And everyone was wearing a mask. You know who wore masks? Killers wore masks. Everyone under those masks could be someone waiting to kill her, or rape her, or both. Why the hell had she even signed up for this? Of course it was too late to back up now. She already had a partner, and she was already in her dress, contemplating whether she should make herself look nice or not. If she looked nice...someone might try to rape her. If she didn't, people would make fun of her. But they wouldn't know it was her until the masks came off...but still. In the end she decided to try for somewhere in the middle, wearing only mascara (not that anyone could see), a bit of lipstick, and straightening her hair. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Of course she knew the second she got there she was probably going to have a panic attack. Especially the second she got to see who she was forced to partner with. What if it was some pervert who tried to do something with her? Or, oh god, he tried to get her to dance with him? Now, Caroline loved to dance...but not with strangers. Not in dark, scary places. Not even around other people. And especially not, god forbid, slow dancing. How was she supposed to slow dance? To have some strange guy put his hands all over her, and for no one to think anything of it? To be that close? No thanks. She'd pass. That was only one of the many reason for her not to go, and yet she was going. Very slowly with her short legs, and the fact that she didn't want to be there, but she was going.

While it would have tooken most people ten seconds to get there, it took Caroline ten minutes. Or more. But when she finally got there, of course, she started inwardly freaing out. As she walked through the crowds timidly, behind her mask she may have looked completely fine, but she was pretty much shaking while she was looking around for someone whos mask color wast he same as hers. Sadly when she saw said person she pretty much jumped out of her skin. She was surprised she could even see his face from her tiny height of 5'1, but she could. And there was no denying that she'd seen the guy before. He was incredibly scary, in a few of her classes, and the tallest guy she'd ever seen in her life. She should have ran away, but instead she walked over and reached up (with great effor mind you), and tapped him on the shoulder. "I...um...think we..." Of course the words were incredibly hard for her to speak, as speaking to pretty much strangers always was, so she just kind of trailed off and gestured to her mask.

status • fin!
words • 576
tags • matty bear <3
outfit • click
lyrics • pretty in pink - the dresden dolls (cover)
notes • l<3
credits • the mouse & the model @ caution

[carter]

her hands held onto the soft, silky fabric. why did she get the invite? why had it said she had RSVPed? because, in reality carter was not going to go. she had no plans of going to the masquerade, she just didn't like events, even now. but, that was not hard to see, carter was just not someone who liked to go out and do much of anything, she'd rather stick around in her room. it meant no teasing, no chances of being stuffed in her locker, or nothing to be thrown at her. the senior, had enough of that between classes, and even sometimes inside the classes themselves. blair was thinking of not attending, right now, it was the only thing her mind could think of. but there was a dress, of her petite size, which seemed hard to find in dresses for blair. and well.. she had a date, though she had know clue who it was. could she get in trouble for not going? she had no idea if she could or not. but right at the moment, she stared in the mirror, the dress held up against her. it was short.. and she didn't like that small fact about it. she liked, because it didn't show anything on the top half, that was true, but it was shorter than what she would have wanted, this little fact was going to make it a bit odder for the raven haired girl. it would be a horrid time, she knew that, for the simple fact if she went she'd have to be around people all night, and it would be so much harder to figure out where someone she may have wanted to be around would be. with a sigh, blair moved away from the mirror, laying the dress down on the bed and stripping of her clothing before she moved over to slip the dress on. green, was not her color, or well she frankly think it didn't. and she went to lace the back of the dress up in the back, which did not take all that long, just one pull and a quick tie.

it wasn't a lime green, nor an overly dark green, some where along the lines of a forest green, with small white poke-a-dots. it looked like it would be something like a Dorthy costume, from the wizards of oz. that was how blair saw it at the very moment. with three layers of white ruffles at the bottom, and a darker green bow at the top, where it went around with the white layer. it went to about her knees, which was still short for blair, but did it seemed to matter to night? her gray eyes looked down at it, smoothing it out with her pale hands. so, she had an issue with it looking perfect, she'd rather not see a wrinkle in it. she was not a perfectionist, oh no, blair was nothing close to something of the sort, she just didn't want the dress looking bad. she looked in the mirror, her gray eyes staring at it. she hated herself, so was that a bad thing? she hated what she looked like, she hated her black hair, her eyes that changed to fit what would be close to matching what she wore. like right now, her gray eyes had a greenish tint to them, but still seemed to be as pale a blue as usual. that was how the senior was though, she thought she looked horrible, that no one would like her because she was ugly. and she hated herself, her personality was not something she even liked. being quiet was not something she wished to always do, and she never liked being alone, but it was something she'd grown use to. and blair, was not fond on change. couldn't everyone figure that one out on there own? really, it was not hard to see how much she looked down on her self. she did it every day, every given moment that she thought she did something wrong. now, why would blair be thinking all of these things? why could she pick on her self so much? because, she was picked on by so many other people in her life, it just seemed like the perfect thing to do. those seemed to be why she wasn't liked, where they not.

if they weren't, then why did so many people find a reason to pick on her? she even hated being little, being thin, she wasn't overly short, average height, but blair was far under weight then she needed to be, and she didn't try, she just never gained much weight. pealing her eyes from the mirror, blair moved over toward her dresser before grabbing the mask. it was just as green as the dress, with white trimming going around it, and a few swirls popping up around the eye area in silver, and a darker green to do with the bow, it blended together nicer than how someone would say it, believe it or not. she hadn't bothered sticking the mask on yet, she made it toward the door, before slipping on a pair of white flats. yes, flats, blair was a klutz, she could barley walk right with regular shoes on, she was not going to take her chances with high heels. and after those were slipped on, and her hand was on the door handle, she slipped the mask on while walking through the door. making sure to shut it and lock it right after, as she headed toward the gym. by looking down, the walk there seemed to be so much shorter, when you paid no attention to the one's around you, blair was actually glad she was good at that, for the simple fact that it calmed her nerves down just a tad bit. she didn't want to be here. she didn't want to have to have a date. and as she pushed the door open, and brought her gray eyes up, she looked away just as quickly, having the scents of too many perfumes, and the sounds of too many voices hit her. she moved along side the wall, going away from everyone as far as she could, just staying against the wall. this would be perfect for her, she could just stay here, and everything would be fine.

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

WE'RE NOT THE SAME DEAR & ITS SEEMS TO ME
theres nowhere we could go with nothing underneath !

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Karma was a bitch, especially to Delilah Brown. She had no plans on going to this lame-o masquerade, even if Dallas was. Instead she'd signed up some poor girl she liked to pick on and called it a day. She hadn't even thought about the thing since, unless you count people talking about what colors they hoped to get, and who they wanted to go with, and Delilah making fun of them. So needless to say when she got a dress sent to her dorm, along with a blue mask, she was incredibly confused. What. The. Fuck? And then it hit her. Someone must have signed her up, just to be an ass wipe. She had no clue who would have dared, but she intended to find out. She had to admit, in a way she really wanted to go. Just to make sure Dallas wasn't doing anything with any girls...but at the same time there was no way she'd be caught dead wearing that dress. And the last thing she wanted to do was dance with some strange ass guy. But...she really did need to keep an eye on Dallas.

Delilah was rarely a woman of great impulsive decisions. She liked to plot out every step before she took it, which took all the variety out of life, but also made life a lot safer. She decided to make an exception, and after an hour of preparation she was completely ready for the masquerade. The masquerade she hadn't been wanting to go to at all. Groaning she slipped out her cell phone and texted Dallas quickly, just so he didn't get too confused if he recognized her or something. The text read as the following: 'someone signed me up for the fucking dance thing. maybe see you there.' Of course Delilah would probably be able to recognize him, no matter what. She'd known him for a long ass time, so long that she doubted a mask would be able to keep her from knowing which one he was. She could only hope he wouldn't be flirting with whoever he had to go with...or if he was, he at least had the decency to go somewhere she couldn't see to do it. As much as she hated to think of him even looking at other girls, it wasn't like they were married...yet.

It was with an annoyed face that Delilah marched down to the gym, a place she usually tried to avoid. Of course on the inside s he was kind of secretly maybe excited...just like she always was for dances, which Ace and Dallas usually dragged her to anyway. She was a decent dancer, but it took quite a bit to actually get her to dance. With the exception of slow dances, which she didn't mind...maybe she and Dallas could even ditch their partners for a slow dance or two. That would be nice. Well, not to the partners, but nice for her at least. Of course knowing Dallas he'd be doing more than slow dancing...but she wasn't complaining. Really, the guy was a fucking amazing dancer.

Of course looking around the gym everything was just like she expected it. Crowded, loud, annoying. She just wanted to find someone smirking at her being there so she could punch them in the fact. She noted in a distracted way that Holly was spiking the punch bowl - she'd have to stay away from that. Something most wouldn't guess about Delilah was that she didn't drink. Ever. Instead of looking for her partner, though, she just kind of stood there. Whoever the jackass was could come to her, not vice versa.

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LYRICS ! the ice is getting thinner- death cab
NOTES ! <3

[davakin7]

Clayton had been raised to enjoy such things as masquerade balls and banquets. So in all honesty he wasn't exactly expecting any less than a hidden identity pairing system. He figured he'd just show up, dance with his 'date' and be done with it. There wasn't much more to it than that. He'd been on mystery dates before. Except those were actual dates and not random pairings that were for fun. The teachers and staff thought this would be an interesting way of getting people to get closer to one another without being pushed apart by their differences. Clayton saw right through the scheme, though he would go through with it just to keep things smooth for him. He wasn't about to riot against it openly and cost himself his off campus rights for a month.

After he'd pulled on his suit and mask Clayton fixed his hair a bit and made his way toward the door. He then paused for a moment to think about just who he might be paired with. One of those skinny anorexics? A freak with a messed up life? Or a kleptomaniac who was more likely to steal his watch than actually care about him. He wasn't labeled a cut throat for no reason. People actually hated him or were simply annoyed beyond end by him. It wouldn't be a surprise to him if he wound up alone in the end of his days. Yet he liked to think he had a particular charm with girls that he was able to twist aside from his base nature. That was part of the reason he signed up for this event. He might actually get lucky and wind up with a 'date' he could actually get along with.

After a few minutes of thinking and walking Clayton reached the Gymnasium and watched as people who had signed up gathered in every which direction. He looked around for the person who was wearing the same color as he was. Peach. What a dull and under expressive color. He'd have done better in preparation with black. But no, he'd been picked to wear peach of all the colors in the world. Lucky him. Now hopefully his mask would sit in place and stop itching his nose so that he could find the person he was supposed to be spending this night with. Eventually he spotted her, a growing curiosity as to who she was, and approached her slowly. He had to navigate his way through the crowd of people who were still gathering and happened to notice a girl spiking the punch. Clayton rolled his eyes and stood next to his 'date'.

"So we're not to find out who we're with until the end of this ball eh? Sounds dull... And yet there's minimal excitement in it for no reason at all." He was mainly talking to himself at the end but he intended on her hearing it just so he could see how she reacted to it. He was using a different tone of his voice so that he might not immediately give away who he was if she had already recognized him, which was unlikely. For one thing, Clayton had already given up on the possibility of finding out who his date was by examining her figure and hair since where was the fun in the surprise if he ruined it before the end of the night.

[danni]

I WON'T LET ANOTHER MINUTE GO TO WASTE
i want you and your beautiful soul
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honestly, danni wasn't a real party fan. last time she went to a party, she dragged her younger brother to it. unfortunately that probably wasn't the best thing. seriously, wouldn't jason be happy to be around a whole buncha girls? apparently not. he called their mom and dad and they grounded her for a couple months. it wasn't any fun. she rolled her eyes and groaned out loud. debating on what she should do, she finally took out the dress she had been saving for the event. but really, peach? that was a weird color to be assigned. it was a shame she couldn't be assigned blue or purple, some normal color. she had plenty of those. quickly, she stepped into the shower, making sure that she would look good for the event. danni was a perfectionist when it came to clothes. she had to look perfect for whatever she was doing, even if it was just going downstairs to get a midnight snack. i mean, you never knew who would run into. she sighed as she got ready for the ball. she was as you called it 'fashionably late'. fashionable, check. late, well, kinda. it didn't matter. she would deal with about... a couple minutes late. she curled her hair a little, just till it had a nice wave to it before leaving. unforunately she ended up being a couple more minutes late since she forgot her mask back in her room.

finally when she was ready, she took a deep breath and walked into the gym as she tied the mask on tightly. danni's feet swept across the floor in a light way. she wore flats and it was something she thought could match with any outfit. she leaned against the wall, waiting for someone to show up in... peach. she bit her lip to keep herself from sighing. she couldn't see why this ball was so important. apparently everyone who was everyone was here. she knew she had to make some kind of reputation, even though she didn't like to think of it that way. danni peered through the eye holes, searching for this guy she was supposed to be paired up with. she hoped that he was at least kind of nice. she was used to stuck up guys, but a sensitive guy would be a nice change. it didn't take her very long until she heard a deep voice behind her.

she turned around to see someone else dressed in peach. oh yay, she was matching them. sounded like tons of fun. she wasn't a huge fan of matching other people. there were reasons why she was incredibly happy not to have a twin to match everything she wore. she could tell that he was changing his voice, just the slightest, only because it didn't seem that natural. still, she didn't let that get to her. her glossy lips formed a slight smile. danni had applied some lip gloss before she entered the room. she decided to make her voice altered too. "apparently," her hazel eyes skimmed the guy before her gaze returned to his face. well, hopefully he would be okay. she was stuck with him for the rest of the night, after all. "but what's life without a little bit of mystery, right?" she asked softly. her voice was usually just a tad sharper than it was now, but playing a gentle, soft girl wouldn't be too bad either. crap, danni thought for a moment. she suddenly had a good idea that she could've hacked into the school system and seen who her partner was. crap, she thought again and cursed herself for being so oblivious.

tag . open
status . finished
words . six one three
credits . gimme nao @ caution for graphics
lyrics . beautiful soul, jesse mccartney
outfit . dress
note . have fun !

[mimi]

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF,
whoever you are.

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"This is so fucked up."

Yes, those were the perfect words to accompany the disaster that was going to be this night. How was he so sure it was going to be a disaster, you ask? Because it just would be. He knew it. Because drama and disaster and bullshit tended to follow these kinds of events like a fucking magnet. And Dallas could only hope he'd be spared of the fucked drama. Not. Highly unlikely. Drama already followed him everywhere he went and if he was going to something as stupid as a masquerade party of all fucked up things, then he was probably going to be the center of it all. For sure. Whose oh-so brilliant idea was it anyway to put all these fucked up crazy people in one gigantic room and expect nothing out of the ordinary happen? And then assign partners they would never even know until midnight -- fucked up Cinderella bullshit much? -- and go as far as assign colors to them.

First of all, who was the so-called genius who assigned fucking orange as his color? Oh sure, put the ugliest color on the guy who loves to wear bright colors to stand out. But whatever, he'd work that orange anyway. Just because he can. And there was no such thing as a fucking orange suit, and even if there was one, there was no damn way he was walking into the gym looking like a fucking carrot. Screw this masquerade bullshit and screw the "genius" who gave him the color orange. He had to go through all his stuff to look for that suit he wore in one of his mom's boyfriend's charity party things and then look everywhere for an orange tie. And an orange mask. He didn't even want to think of the weird look the saleslady gave him when he asked for that bright orange-colored tie. Or the mask.

It was bad enough some fucktard signed him up for something as lame as a masquerade party, but when he found out he wouldn't even know who he his partner was going to be? What if he ended up with someone he didn't like at all? Like Lee? With his luck, he probably would. And what if Delilah was going to end up with that asshole Claydoh as a date? Fucking hell, what if after this night, she realized that he was such the catch and she'd leave him for that guy and his stupid surfer boy hair? With his luck, that was even more possible to happen. Just the thought of it made him hate that guy and this masquerade bullshit thing even more.

Had he been given the chance, he would have asked Delilah to ditch the thing and they just go hang out somewhere else for the night. It wasn't that he didn't like parties. He actually loved partying, suddenly remembering how he and Ace used to drag Delilah to parties a long time ago and telling her to stop being an uptight bitch and have fun. Good times. He just didn't love parties that had the prospect of his girlfriend possibly leaving him for another guy at the end of this party. He was so going to keep an eye out for her, if he'd be able to tell who she was with all those masks. He'd consider looking at all their asses -- his girlfriend had the best ass here, just so you know -- but he didn't want to look like a creep so he was skipping that idea.

He'd probably just eavesdrop on everyone's conversation and wait until he heard his girlfriend's familiar voice or something. Okay, so that was also rather creepy but it was a lot better than staring at every girl's ass to check if it was Delilah's. She'd probably give him hell to pay if she found out he did. Of course he had been pleased to find out that she was going. At least he wasn't going to suffer through this thing alone. And he could ditch his date to ask Delilah to slow dance with him. That would be kind of nice.

And so with a final dejected sigh at his reflection in the mirror -- no epic caps and hoodies for him tonight; just looking like an idiot going to a clown's orange-themed funeral or something -- hr dragged himself into the gymnasium. That was now full of multi-colored and masked people. His gaze scanned the room for his girlfriend's backside -- oh wait, he wasn't going to do that -- and instead, he looked for a familiar orange color. His date. Oh fucking joy.

CLOTHES: Δ WORDS: 960.
NOTES: think that suit plus an orange tie. ;D

CREDIT: MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 <3

[wheatfishes]

It sounded a bit feminine, but Valan was nervous. It was quite ironic, really, that he was nervous. This should be his element: people, fun, excitement. Hell, his date was even supplied for him! This was one of the better aspects of the masque, as far as Valan was concerned. He'd probably have withered up and died if he had to find his own date. There would be music, dancing, and plenty of company, but still Valan couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in his stomach. What if he got in someone's way? What if his date didn't like him? What would he do then? He'd be in a room full of people, and at the same time, he'd be entirely alone. It wasn't something he wanted to experience. So, Valan made a mental note to be as pleasant and cordial as possible to his partner as he could be. He just hoped it would be enough.

Standing outside of the gym door, Valan cleared his throat. He checked the strap on his mask, making sure it was held onto his head firmly. Not that it mattered. Everyone was going to know it was him. While masks could hide faces, they couldn't hide hair, and his hair was a very distinctive marker. So, while he would be hiding his face, it was rather pointless. His date would most likely recognize him right away, while he would be left in the dark about her identity. It was, Valan thought, a rather unfair advantage in her favour. But, what could he do? He didn't make the rules, and he'd look kind of silly with a hat on. It would draw unwanted and unneeded attention. Trying to work up the courage to go in, he looked down at his left hand. It was clutching a single carnation, a gift for the girl who was chosen to be his partner. It was white -- he thought it fitting, since that was their theme colour, or whatever the fuck it was. Valan looked at the simple flower, and for the first time, he was worried. Was it too much? What if he came on too strong, and she got weirded out, and the rest of the night was insanely awkward? WHAT WOULD HE DO THEN!? Valan inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in the process. Zen. I'm so fucking zen right now. Calming himself, he released his breath, and put on a smile.

This was going to be great.

This was going to be grand.

He took a step forward, and entered the gym.

His first impression of the room was somewhat comical. All the bright colours... it looked almost like some unicorn or something vomited up little rainbow confetti sprinkle people, and he was glad that his colour wasn't one of the bright awkward one. White was a good colour. Classy. Elegant. Traditional... wait, that's not racist, right? Valan stood looking around, already starting to feel removed from the event, he gave a sigh, and scanned the room for a girl. A girl in a white dress, who would, hopefully, be his date.


WORD COUNT: Not enough.
LYRICS: Pink Floyd, Nobody Home
NOTES: No... Muse... *dies*

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