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Post by Queenie on Dec 23, 2012 14:39:00 GMT -5
So the ball has begun and the guests have started to arrive. Here is the thread where you can post the arrival of your character and go from there. If you want to have a private thread involving the ball with a specific person then feel free to start your own thread ^^ Remember to have fun~
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Post by Lucía de Romero on Dec 24, 2012 22:50:11 GMT -5
Everything looked so rich and luxurious, much different from the ratty ships many of the pirates were accustomed to. Brightly glistening diamond chandelier hanging from the high ceiling that must've reached, at the very least, 30 feet in the air. As a young bright-eyed brunette entered, even she had to stop and stare in awe.
Black and blue dress suiting her well, and a blue mask adorned with faux onyx jewels and sequins matching the colors of her dress; this was the outfit Lucía was sporting as she swept through the double-doors of a lovely golden dome-like ballroom. Underneath this dress that reached the floor, however, were black leather boots with concealed daggers tucked in their respective secret compartments.
Not that Lucía intended to use these weapons, mind you. These were but for her own protection, as, in this ball, she was to be surrounded by Mariners who would hunt her down like bloodhounds if they were ever to, God forbid, snuff her out and discover her identity as First-mate on the Ater. Fortunately, these so-called "Mariners" were but pawns to the arrogant pirates, and the annual Yule Ball was their game. The pirates loved to mock and make fools of the Mariners by showing up right under their noses, and of course, little Lucí was no exception.
As many people danced and swept their partners off their feet and made merry, Lucía was possibly the only person there who casually slipped through the crowds of people in favor of making it safely to the other side of the room. She paid absolutely no heed to any of the suitable male partners around her. She wasn't usually one for ballroom dances and waltzes, as the beloved Argentinian tango was always more of her thing. Lucía clearly recalls her father constantly dressing her in the most beautiful clothes and treating her and her brothers and sisters like royalty as he took them to every expensive ballroom dance class he could afford at the time.
Yeah, he made her sick.
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Post by Berwald Oxenstierna on Dec 25, 2012 15:50:37 GMT -5
The bright lights and twinkling decorations seemed unreal, like some spoiled child's dream. Everything was extravagant and likely cost a small fortune if not more. Wondrous was what most guests would think when viewing the grand room. Gaudy was what one sailor thought of at the sight, distaste hidden behind a stony expression.
Said sailor was moving though the crowd, taking signals from others throughout the room. Far left corner, covered. Center, open. Switch out. He nodded his understanding and maneuvered towards the center of the room, eyes dead ahead. He spotted a dark haired young man with his back towards him. He walked forward and nudged his shoulder with his elbow.
The man turned around and when he looked up a relieved smile crossed his face. "Am I glad to see you. I need a break," His eyes sparked with renewed life at the moment of peace, "Thanks Ber." And with a pat on the back he disappeared into the crowd, back towards the kitchen.
Berwald glanced around before straightening his shoulders and letting his feet carry him around his section, a silver tray of drinks in his left hand and an identical tray with hor d'oeuvres in his right. He wandered around offering drinks and food to the extravagantly dressed party guests, his own brown pinstriped vest and white shirt plain by comparison. The only thing appealing about his outfit was the decorative blue and gold mask, standard for all serving staff so they could be picked out if the crowd more easily.
After passing a group of vibrantly dressed guests laughing obnoxiously about something that held no interest for him, Berwald had to force back a glare. There was a reason he was masquerading as a server instead of waltzing around with every other guest as a member of the Ignis crew. Pompous as- "Wine? Hor d'oeuvres?"
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 28, 2012 18:13:24 GMT -5
Feliciano stared wide-eyed at the magnificent ballo in maschera. Honestly these types of parties made the Commander a bit nervous yet he couldn't help but be awed by the twinkling lights and music. Standing close to the doors Feli glanced around the room trying to picked out someone familiar. The big downfall of masked balls like these, in his opinion, was you never knew who you knew!
With a slightly annoyed huff he adjusted the bright red bow adorning his outfit and wandered out into the crowd. Looking down at the frilly laced bottom on his dress Feli giggled. He thought about the look on the tailor's face when he had tan and white frock custom made and his assistants gushing nosebleed hen he'd asked to try it on before he paid for it. Grinning the Italian dug in the side pocket of the apron-like jumper, fishing out a piece of chocolate.
Paying more attention to carefully unwrapping the small sweet Feliciano let out a undignified squeak as he stepped on the front of his dress and tumbled forward.
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Post by Lucía de Romero on Dec 29, 2012 17:05:43 GMT -5
At least Lucía didn't seem to be the only person here not quite enjoying themselves, aside from the sparkling lights and loud band playing. Her eyes followed along the crowd after she had made her way across the room and landed on a stoic blonde in a black suit and a mask (As was everybody else) standing but a short few steps from her. Now, what were the chances this man was a fellow pirate simply crashing the party? Lucía wasn't so sure if she liked those odds, considering she was surrounded by many Mariners.
As she swept over to him, Lucía was going to make small talk - ask him if he was as miserable as she was just standing in this ballroom that flooded with folk from around the seas. That is, right before she turned her head to see a slip of tan flop down on the floor back across the room from where she had once entered. It was hard to tell if the poor woman (At least, she assumed it was a woman) had made it back up alright, because as quickly as the flash of tan had zipped by her, it disappeared once more under the legs of many dancers that distanced her from the fallen fellow.
Just as Lucía was about to head back the way she had come to check on said 'woman', she found herself getting caught in the crowds of dancers, and most ungracefully stumbling until she finally balanced herself on the closest wall. "Jesús Cristo!" She gasped as she steadied herself. "I swear to God, Cap's trying to get me killed..." Lucía muttered under her breath.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Dec 29, 2012 19:36:37 GMT -5
Fritzi scowled as she slipped into the ballroom through a side door, white hair pinned up enough that she looked male with her mask on, breasts bound, and black suit on. The frilly collar of her black shirt she could have done without though, she thought as she idly reached up to scratch at her neck as she looked around the room. Her upper lip curled back in an almost sneer as she caught sight of her parents in their little social circle, who seemed to be above wearing masks, like usual. The bastards. Seems her running away and ruining the family name as best as she could didn't outwardly affect them as much as she'd like it to. Ah well, she snickered as she slipped through the throngs of people, spotting a few past potential suitors her parents had tried, and failed, to get her interested in.
The albino woman smirked and waved at a few giggling women who had gathered in one corner. She didn't recognize them, but figured that they were from Sinis with how they looked, and by the dresses (well, layers of whatever they were called really) that they wore. They giggled even more, two of them snapping open fans to cover their faces as they blushed at the attention from the good looking young 'man' (despite the feminine-ish mask she was wearing, maybe they just figured that she was a feminine guy?) who had smirked and waved at them. She loved messing with people, it was just too much fun, really.
Fritzi wandered around the large ballroom idly, having long ago abandoned her crew, giving them the decision of either showing up or staying on board to get smashed. So long as none of them ruined her fun and/or ended up in the Cage, then all would be fine. She grinned wolfishly as she surveyed the room from the corner she had shoved herself into after swiping a glass of some fancy vodka-type drink. She finished it before going to stalk the main entrance way for a bit, trying to figure out who was a pirate, who was a mariner, and who was just another rich snobby noble.
The young woman looked around, and quickly lunged forwards to grab the arm of another young... woman? who has tripped on her dress. Fritzi really wasn't sure if the person she had caught was male or female. Of course, it would always be fun to find out that she wasn't the only cross-dresser at the party, but then again, the person could pass off as being female as well as Fritzi herself was passing off at being male.
"Verdammt,you have to be more careful unless you want to get yourself killed, ja?" She told the person, snickering a little as she led them over to a wall, so neither of them would get accidentally trampled, or stepped on in any way shape or form.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Dec 30, 2012 8:50:54 GMT -5
Sneaking in had been rather easy, since no one really recognized who was invited and who was not. Everyone was wearing a mask and you had to know the person well if you wanted to find him. Lovino didn’t really have anyone he wanted to find, and even more he wished that no one would find him. Unfortunately, brunette had one very recognizable feature which no disguise could hide. God knew how many times he had cursed his inherited haircurl, which never kept down no matter what he did. On the brighter side, the only one who would identify him because of it was probably his idiot brother, and there wasn’t much risk that would happen.
Pirate was wearing a red vest with golden buttoning on the front. Under it was a normal white shirt, and around his neck was a forest green bow, which complimented his eyes. Like the others, half of his face was hidden away with a mask. It was quite simple, half black, half white, with golden decorations. Pirate felt himself stupid; dressing up fancily had never really been his thing. That was something women and people with money to spare did. He made his way through the groups of people scattered around the hall. He didn’t head toward any particular place, but rather avoided any company. Some pretty girl would’ve been fine, but everyone seemed to dance with someone else already.
Lovino himself had never really liked huge social gatherings, such as this. However, it was a tradition to mess with the royals and their parties, which, in the other hand, was something he did not mind. To see so much riches and luxury around you aroused envy, made him want to have a piece of it. And this was the way to them. As a pirate, he was used to dirt and poverty, despite their thefts. Danger was also a thing he was accustomed to. Even here the menace of death was present. Still, hardly anyone had ever been captured in a ball. And Lovino didn’t plan on being caught either.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 2, 2013 23:22:46 GMT -5
(Is it my turn?! Do we have turns? WHO STOLE THE PANCAKES!?!?....Okay I'm just..I'm sorry I go back to school in a few hours. I'm going to put this here and hope for the best! ^^ Itriedtoget200wordsbutfailed.)
Feliciano gasped quickly,his face a dark shade of red. He almost died...He almost died but..."Grazie! Grazie mille!"The Italian partially shouted hugging his savior. "Sono quasi morto e tu mi hai salvato! Grazie, grazie, grazie!" Feli continued thanking and clinging to the stranger.
After taking a second to breath correctly and calm down slightly, Feliciano realized how odd it was for him to be gripping the person who saved his from falling without evening introducing himself. Feli winced, shifting his on his feet. Why in the world he chose to wear such gaudy, painful shoes completely escaped him at this point and the Italian let out a quiet whine as trying to ignore his growing discomfort. Grinning broadly he ceased his hugging and smoothed down his ruffled up dress.
"Thank you for saving me. My name is Feliciano Vargas!"He curtsied, holding up the edges of the gown. He dropped the fabric and offered his hand. "Pleased to meet you."
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Jan 5, 2013 14:23:29 GMT -5
(It's okay silly |D *pets*))
Fritzi snickered quietly, hugging the small woman? man? back, before gently pushing them a little ways away, patting them on the head gently.
"Ja, ja, it's not a problem Dussel. You need to be careful though, ja? These balls are full of vultures, who'd as soon as trample a kid like you, then help you." the albino woman kept snickering quietly, having seen the coldness of the Rossiyan nobles firsthand for more years than she cared to admit to. Her parents were some of the worst ones though, that was for sure.
She patted the brunette on the back, smirking behind her mask.
"Again, it's not a problem, and it's nice to meet you Feliciano Vargas, my name's Fritzi, Fritzi Beilschmidt, lovely to make your acquaintance." she purred, taking the offered hand, and bowing over it, smirk widening even more as she brushed a light kiss over the hand, pretending to be the perfect gentleman, so no one would get suspicious.
"So, klein, what brings you to a snake pit like this one? Nobl, navy, or... something else?" she asked, an almost wolfish grin on her face.
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