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 Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:05 pm
He paused and rubbed the back of his head with his right arm, his hand slightly messing up his shaggy brown locks. His eyes sheepishly declined toward the floor for a moment before lifting back up to the hovering female. "Wow, thank you." The cupcake sat in his palm. He brought it to his mouth and took a bite, munching on it as he held eye contact with the fairy. Where to go and what to do now?
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:08 pm
"Hmm..Well I can't argue with that logic." She enjoyed showing off as well. She just didn't have the funds for it. Not many people did.
As the limo came to a stop, she looked out the window at the other guests who came in Limos. It seems as if they weren't the only ones who wanted to make an entrance. Of course, she didn't see any other red carpets.
tap tap
"Yes. Let's have fun tonight." She would follow him as he emerged from the limo and onto the carpet.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:15 pm
And, the shell breaks. Fighter reacts like he has a life outside of punching/swording things. Esouna nodded, keeping her smile. "There's free food, dancing, and we're not required to kill each other. Have fun," the fairy recommended. She then brought her own cupcake to her mouth and munched on it, and floated back towards the dance floor. She would have beckoned for the man to follow her, but being rather miniature, Esouna had to hold her snack with two hands. Hands = pretty small.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:16 pm
Rhoslyn was dressed to the max, having taken "ball" to mean "white-tie event". So, naturally, he'd gone the whole nine yards and had one made for him, custom-fitted from head to toe. For a change, however, he had a row of small medals hanging from his left chest, which clinked a little. After all, he was entitled to wear his military decorations for white-tie.
The door opened; he stepped out, cane leading, and flashbulbs went off before they realized no flash was needed, given the sparkle factor of the fey. Almost as if on cue, a crowd of people formed around the red carpet, and pictures were taken as Rhoslyn and his lovely date proceeded inside.
Every event had to have a red carpet, and Rhoslyn's driver moved on, giving room for the next limo to show up and disgorge its VIP.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:20 pm
Joseph was feeling pretty cocky. He was probably the only attendee to not be wearing a shirt underneath his coat. Even then, it was only buttoned twice in the middle. Noting the red carpet he decided, Why the hell not.
He casually walked through the parking limos stepped onto the red carpet, and strolled into the ball room.
Upon entering he would look around for the bar, or where ever they were serving the liquor. He was in a high class place, and he intended to have some high class alcohol.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:23 pm
Adaire went for the punch, swaying her hips slightly as she walked in heels that felt like they were nine inches off the ground instead of three. Her feet were already starting to complain by the time she poured herself a small drink. She adjusted the dress slightly, which was mid thigh.
The place was starting to fill up, and if she just stood around and drank punch all day she'd end up bored and constantly running to the ladies room. Also, she had made it a priority to overcome her shyness at formal affairs. From the table she looked around, not really interested in the drink. One could think of these things as a mission, networking and information gathering, not to mention the building of a social reputation. Plus, Adaire needed to prove to herself that she could be refined when she wanted to.
More people would want punch, so she walked along, passing up the food except for a buttered roll to munch on as she looked around. She stood under a red flag, wondering how long she could stand by herself and just quietly observe the party. She went between looking around and staring into the cup with her crimson red eyes staring back at her. There was general desire to just have a bit of fun, or otherwise relax, some small talk would have been nice. Was it more proper to wait or approach someone and say hello. For now she waited.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:24 pm
Iru was also dressed to kill. She couldn't be Ross's date without dressing the part right? Her gown was black at the top, but faded into a shimmering silver color as it went down towards her feet. The dress had no straps, but it seemed to push up her already well endowed chest, which was probably a special feature that Ross wanted. The dress's beauty was enhanced by Ross's SHINY. He had been shining the whole drive there, so she was used to the brightness. Her hair was down as usual, but it was crinkled instead of straight.
Iru smiled a little for the pictures before walking inside with Ross. She gave off a whistle when she saw the inside of the building.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:30 pm
Sey A black haired goddess on James Eredas's arm.
There was no doubt in Mr. Eredas's mind that he was accompanied by the most beautiful woman in the entire ball. His words of assurance to her earlier wasn't the exact truth, but if he told her what he really thought, Miss Kaikou might've never stopped blushing for a month.
But she might've known anyway. James's reaction upon first seeing her was nothing short of priceless and one syllable. The word being, "Wow".
An image flashed through his mind, a face. James's smiled faltered only for a moment as he looked at Seyumi. Yes. That was the reason James could'nt have nice things. His mind's eye superimposed Akimee onto Seyumi, and for a moment, he could see just how alike the two of them were. Akimee's memory still haunted him. Time had healed the wound of the heart, but not the scar of the mind.
"How many innocent people would my enemies hurt to get to me?" a voice asked in his mind. James had no reply for that voice, not now, not ever, and Seyumi was an ever more prominent and selfless person, driven to do her duty just as powerfully as James was to do his, no matter the danger.
James liked her. But he knew such a thing could never be, even if she was receptive, and James was as honorable a gentleman as they came at heart. The slayer swept the thoughts from his mind and replied back simply and softly, "Ah, but I think the pleasure is all mine Miss Seyumi. Thank you for coming." He wasn't sure if he could say anything more at this moment without messing something up.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:34 pm
That was the point of the shiny - not only to make himself look better, but to make her beauty stand out beside his man-pretty. Taking her hand in his own white-gloved hand, the fey continued into the building, and grinned at her whistling, his medals making a soft clink as he stopped to let her take in the view.
"I'm not the only one to spare no expense. Let's get to our table - it's the big one up there, for the officials, the big-name fighters, and all of our dates."
He indicated with the cane, then adjusted the saber at his side. It was mostly for show, but quite capable of resuming its old, death-dealing purpose.
"Get some food, eat a bit, schmooze, then we can get to that dancing. Hehe."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:43 pm
Why was she so jinxed.
Avaline had much lingering to do.
A blank expressionless demeanor had settled comfortably as her hidden nervousness contorted her features into something sort of stiff. Slanted amber eyes remained unfixed on any one thing or object, and below her slender nose cherry red lips were in a knot. Although feeling desperately lost she was attempting to look relaxed. Beyond that she was quietly contemplating what to do.
Not knowing any names or faces left her tentatively drifting about the corners around the less frequented areas. One tiny hand twisted around the ends of an auburn curl that she continued to toy with from time to time, especially when she looked away before someone could catch her demure and flighty eyes.
Eventually her half-witted trailing about led her to the server with the wine. Gently tilting her figure she leaned over reaching for a glass.
At least she could look like she was doing something. She gestured to the bottle waiting, her other hand daintily holding aloft the glass she had prepared.
Though she barely knew him, Kichi was at least an acquaintance.
She was lazy, too; she was only outgoing when she wanted something. Too laid back to feel motivated she couldn't focus on her solving her social dilemma.
Maybe he would come back, maybe he wouldn't.
In the meantime she would just eat munchies and drink to the night. For now.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:47 pm
Hehe, man pretty.
Ross's voice drew Iru's attention away from the extravagant ball room. "You fighting types sure to make things big." She observed before looking at the large table. She sort of felt important to get to sit at the table. She let a smile creep onto her face when she saw the food table. In the rush to get ready for the night, she hadn't eaten since breakfast. "Well, what are we waiting for?" She tugged his hand a little, trying to get him to walk with her to the food table. There were already other people around the food, so they could eat and mingle at the same time.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:48 pm
The entrance to a glorious dance, no less the first of its kind in this hallowed competition's existence. A dance after all, was so very similar to the motion and rhythm of a fighter that you could easily compare the two or even claim they are two portions of the same element of human artistry. Still, hidden beneath the festivities, there would be pre-fight gambling, domestic disputes, individuals seeking to break the rules to lethal extremes, and in general chaos. The usual security goons were no longer valid to handle this sort of threat with the rising popularity of the [GTB], ergo past participants with a solid track-record were welcomed boons to assure order.
Past the walkway outside then, a limousine came to a gradual halt before its rear-most passenger door popped open. Some polite words could be heard, along with the passing of metal coins over the seat - though no doubt they were much more than simple change - all before a figure gradually made his way out of the dark vehicle.
"..my, I can't lie and say this is something I'm used to." A low and slightly hesitant voice bellowed into the charged night air.
[Omi Barsait], participant in this clash of fists extreme, was standing idly by as the limo behind him made a slow drive away down the limited road-span. Transportation for show rather than for necessity, here was a man usually seen with wild strands of hair cast everywhere, metal mesh across his body, haunting snakes at his shoulders.
Tonight, his hair was combed backwards into a neat ponytail - demonstrating more of his face than the norm. His casual and battle attire were replaced by a clean, pressed tuxedo sans a bow-tie, and without the mesh ever-so-slightly deforming one's view of his bodily thickness, Barsait's thin yet broad-shouldered figure could be more readily taken in. Clean to the utmost detail, and gazing at the building he was to enter with the slightest intimidation. Those polished dress shoes were spread enough with both of the man's uncovered hands in his pockets, one could almost call him a non-formal fellow in a formal occasion if it weren't for those amber-brown pupils shaking a bit in fearful excitement.
Mingling, eating, those were things Barsait couldn't wait to partake in - unaware of the combat that would soon ensue. Of course, his date for this event was another matter to consider, as was his budding interest in creating more and more positive public image to begin the eventual conquest of this very land. Still, something in the chilling night air breathed into the [Serpentine Manipulation Artist] to simply enjoy the night and finally feel a little relation where he so rarely could otherwise.
Still, the small gusts of wind caressing his pale skin was quite the boon. Nothing to do but wait and watch, ignoring the droves of people now flooding about. It was time to enter a different state of mind, or perhaps an overtly familiar one denied..
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:54 pm
In a limousine en route to the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai IV Ball...
Crossing one leg over the other in classic European fashion, the Darkened Devil would extend his hands and place his overlapping palms on top of his upraised knee, his deep-set garnet eyes intent on the fine woman sitting across from him, dressed in the black cocktail dress her had picked out for her prior. Roen, of course, looked handsome in his imported three-piece Armani suit. Black, of course, with a red vest and a new linen shirt beneath. He even smelled good, wearing a not-so-cheap cologne that didn't overpower the senses but was distinctly present and pleasant. He shaved off that coarse beard of his in favor of a neater look and even had his hair freshly combed and put into a loose braid. He thought about getting it all cut; but decided against it in lieu of how nice and comforting it felt.
As good as he looked, however, he felt he was pale in comparison to the radiance his date emanated. He always knew she would look good in formal attire, yet nothing prepared him for the sight that was now presented before him. It made the hours of argument and debate to get her to attend seem trivial in price to the prize he was going to have on his arm this evening. "You look ravishing, my dear," Roen was saying, the rich timbre of his baritone voice carrying over the music in the limo. "Truly, fortune has smiled on me this evening. Yours is a presence that will strike awe from the men and envy from the women." Flattery, though fine, was paltry compared to the truth that was coming from his lips. His date was the finest, and he would be a letter of blood to whomever suggested otherwise.
Favoring his date with a fond and charming smile he reserved for only a select few, Roen's eyes would drift and linger towards his date's shapely legs before he caught himself and diverted his gaze to the tinted window beside her head, noting the crowded streets the limo passed by. Having instructed the driver previously, it would be some time before he and his favored date arrived at the ball. Quite simply put, the Devil didn't want to be the last one to arrive nor the first; he wanted to enter as unobtrusively as possible, and that meant being somewhere in the middle. As was, the driver would circle for some time, watching who came and who went to and from the Ball, and would alert Roen when it was time to make an entrance. The driver, limo, his suit, and even his date's dress were all bought and paid for by the DeSeer cooperation. Roen, now dissolute, was forced to rely on his allies financially. Their funds far surpassed even his own accumulated wealth, even before the Alibi's demise.
Turning his head and lifting his hands off of his knee, the Devil would uncross his legs and reach over to the unopened bottle of champagne on ice and begin twisting the ties that held the cork secure. With a clear of his throat and light chuckle, he'd begin pushing and pulling at said cork until the limo was filled with a resounding pop and subsequent spill of carbonated drink. Laughing, Roen would wiggle his hand, dripping the excess droplets from it on the floor before sucking the rest off of his fingers. And as he did all of this, he would talk to his date, making light of their company together after their lengthy debate about going with one another. "Again, thank you for coming with me," he was saying by the end as he poured both he and she generous douses of Liquid Courage, "I doubt I would have attended if I had to go it alone." Placing the bottle back into its bucket and taking a glass for himself, Roen would extend his hand and offer the other towards the esteemed date.
"Drink?"
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:00 pm
If there was a side entrance, the half-wolf Gaian named Rylen would have entered through it to avoid the glitz and glamor of the red carpet. Hell, he would have taken the service entrance. As he entered the ball room, his aloof crimson eyes surveyed the area. Wolfish ears twitched on the top of his head from the sound of dozens and dozens of conversations at once, plates, glasses and silverware clinking, heels and dress shoes tapping and scraping against the dance floor. His black, bushy tail curled up behind him almost like a scorpion's tail, a warning that the otherwise indifferent half-wolf was not entirely passive.
He had simply arrived to the ball by walking there. If that made him look poor, his choice of formal attire did not help. He wore a black sweater over a button-up dark gray dress shirt, with the sleeves of both rolled up to his elbows. Underneath them he wore a long-sleeve black undershirt to match his black slacks and black dress shoes. And to throw it all together, a lazy crimson tie. It was the best he could do on his rather limited budget, but that was not to say he did not look good. It was no custom-fitted expensive suit, though. He also did not sport a 300 gold hair cut, letting his short, boyish cut of black hair stay loose and unkempt.
Slinging his hands in his pockets apathetically, the half-wolf took a few steps into the building to find a suitable wall to lean against for the time being. He had a date, but he had not seen her in a week as he had spent his time preparing for the tournament. She knew where to come, though, and she would come in her own time. In fact, if it wasn't for her, he would have just continued to train on his own and skip the event. Of course, there was always the chance that he would witness a fight, or get into one himself. The prospect of getting to know his fellow fighters a bit was intriguing, even if it was in a setting that was about as far as you could get from a fight. Then again, with the kind of crowd that entered these tournaments, the fight would no doubt follow them anywhere, formal events be damned.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:02 pm
After finishing her cupcake, Esouna would look out the door before returning to the dance floor.
All she could see were these long cars. Was this how you were supposed to arrive? Esouna had not bothered to dress up, primarily because she had no other clothes. So...what was the deal with those vehicles? Probably tradition. She floated away, returning to the refreshments table.
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