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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 3:25 pm
Lysander Cadwell - outift"It does. Who's the designer?" He was tempted to keep touching it but they were in public and it was a fancy party so someone would complain. Lysander also wasn't looking to get thrown out of party for being indecent since he was here on his companies dime. He did though brush a wrinkle out of his sleeve at Seth's comment. "Of course I do. Cleaning up well is what I get paid to do technically." If he didn't know exactly how to dress for every occasion he wouldn't be as good at his job as he was. "Come out here alone? I'd have expected you to have something just as pretty on your arm at a thing like this." Lucien Carden - outfitSince the amount of people coming into the party seemed to be dwindling he put the cap on his lenses before looking around. At some point he'd lost Arin in the crowd and he doubted that the other man was enjoying himself all that much. He moved through the crowd looking around and trying not to jostle any waiters. When he finally spotted Arin he took a moment to actually appreciate how good he looked in his suit. Sure Arin had to be uncomfortable in it but he did look good. Resisting the temptation to take a picture he headed over and gently put a hand on Arin's arm so he didn't startle him. "Should have gone for the bar not the champagne."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 3:44 pm
Andrew Collins"For nothing?" He laughed. "You're blessing the world with a glimpse of what they'd otherwise never have a chance in hell for! I hardly think that's nothing." His interest perked again when the blue-haired woman loudly announced her intent, and then seemed to focus on Cinnabar. The young man at her side was left for Drew to scrutinize, assessing what he could.
He could sense Julie's eyes on him, but he didn't bother to glance at her yet. God knows she was just waiting for a chance to pounce and try to ruin his fun. He'd try to contain himself.
Seth appeared to have a new companion, though that was hardly surprising. The man was too pretty for his own good.... Well, it'd give Drew time to assess his companion and deem if he was handsome enough to sleep with, or not.
Rory snagged his attention next, and the man felt a lazy, shark-like grin spreading across his face. He might have whistled softly at her--but not softly enough.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 4:55 pm
Jason McClayre Jr.Jason was surprised that Rhona seemed to be easily following his direction on the dance floor. Perhaps if he couldn't get his career as a journalist kick-started, he could teach dance lessons. It wouldn't be so bad, though maybe Rhona was just a quick learner. It wasn't really all that hard. But he could hear the music start to shift to something a little more fast paced, maybe it would be a good time to take a break. "Maybe I should buy a house plant of some kind then. It's worth a shot." If anything, it'd give him a reason to go back to his apartment more often. He really only used it as a place to sleep these days. Which wasn't entirely his fault. He had a job, school, friends to hang out with, and no a secret identity. He wondered how Rhona managed to make time for all those plants in her home. If it were him, they'd all be dead in less than a week. "Promise me you'll never make me plant-sit. They'd be doomed." Jason joked lightly and lead them to the edge of the dance floor. "I don't know about you, but something to drink sounds good right now." He lead them back over toward the buffet, where plenty of water was being offered. He handed her a glass before picking one up for himself. There was something about formal dance that was more tiring than going out to a club. A Club he could do none stop, but the stiffness of something more formal was taxing.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 5:10 pm
Ashley Williams - [outfit ref - dress/ shoes] Whilst galas were admittedly not really Ashley's thing, she had received a ticket after making a donation at a charity fundraiser. It had been something of a surprise because whilst her family were far from poor, the donation whilst on the generous side hadn't been obscenely so–
At least Ashley hadn't considered it over-the-top generous.
Still the end result had been said gala ticket...
Which was how she had come to be here.
Ashley had put effort into her outfit, opting for a lace and sequined dress that she had paired with her favourite butterfly heels and a simple black and silver clutch bag.
She was bored however, a part of her wishing that she had stayed home...
But given that the party appeared to be in full flow, Ashley figured that she may as well do a bit of mingling whilst she was there.Quote: Ashley is open for interactions
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 5:12 pm
Shahar Montague (Outfit: Hair, Dress, Makeup, Shoes) "There are many, many worse reasons to be here," Shahar agreed with Mathias faintly as she considered both the redheaded man and his gloriously Amazonian beauty. Be still her heart. At 193 cm in these heels she hadn't thought she would be competing to be the tallest woman in the room, but she clearly was hanging with the wrong crowd. "Yes," she told the General abruptly, and slung her arm through his, comfortable and friendly. "Be my escort." It would be nice to not be the one escorting for the change. Even though, as she led the man on their meandering beeline, she was pretty much tugboating him to exactly where she wanted to be. "I wore this lovely shimmery dress," she told him as they wandered, "And I wore heels, and this hair took me at least an hour to put up, and if I do not show this off to as many people as possible, no one will believe me that it happened.I mean, usually they are looking at me from swollen eyes and paint-covered or bloody faces. They may never get to see me actually looking like a woman again." Shahar was putting effort into her accent now, letting a bit of London slip in. She needed to be understood, if she was full on her native accent, no one would understand a damn thing. As they drew closer to the duo she was still glancing around for more beautiful people she would need to get the names of. But at last they were there, and Shahar smiled over at the two she so admired, casting a slightly dimmer smile to those other people handing out with Redhead and Gorgeous. "So I do believe the nice little man at the podium said that this group might be the ones to speak to with my suggestions?" she swayed a little, letting her dress sparkle, which pleased her immensely. "Would that be the two of you?" A hand held out, to the lovely woman first. "Shahar." The man could be flirted with next- or with a coy sidelong glance. But games were not her forte. She had always been more direct with her interest. Torvil Don't ask. Also don't kill her dealer, she needs them. Whimsical Blue Hello beautiful, wanna dance.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 5:41 pm
Giulia Montgomery ( Outfit) Giulia was swaying in her pretty tulle ball gown, wondering if a prince would come and choose her to be his princess- Jada had already attracted the attention of a grown up who was smiling and looking very nice- but Giulia was alone, and this was not how it was supposed to go for a princess at a ball. It had been all of about 5 minutes, and already Giulia was growing alarmed. In the movies, the Prince would see his Princess and make his way immediately, and they would dance all night, and- I'm Benji. Giulia turned big blue eyes on the person who had spoken, taking in his jacket and slacks and his dashing eyepatch, and Giulia could almost feel her face beginning to glow with excitement. He was a very handsome, rogueish prince, and Giulia couldn't hide her giggle or the way her cheeks flushed pink. She ducked her head, shifting shyly. "Hi Benji. I'm Giulia." her little baby teeth pushed into her little lower lip and she held out her hand to him for a shake before pausing, and shifting so it was a more ladylike, palm-down hand. "I was looking for someone to dance with me." she shifted, looking back at her guardian, whose eyes flicked to the boy before she gave a nod, and Giulia turned back to the young man. "Will you dance with me, Benji? I am not very good, I only know ballet, but I don't weigh very much yet, so it won't hurt if I step on your toes, probably." Kapoodles Dance with her, prince Benji <3 kuropeco I think Giulia is on to you.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 6:39 pm
"Oh no," Rhona laughed, "I don't trust anyone with my plants. That's... one of the reasons I don't go away often... one of the smaller ones, mind you." The bigger, or perhaps biggest of all being that she couldn't justify leaving for any amount of time when her family was in such need. "But if you think you want to give it a shot, I can suggest some low maintenance plants. Something that won't need your undivided attention." Rhona had a fair few of those "diva plants" as she called them, and they could be exhausting for the seasoned grower. Maybe a cactus... something Jason could neglect for a time and still survive. His offer to stop dancing was welcome, as the spinning was beginning to make Rhona dizzy. The stillness was a nice reprieve from all of that motion, though it took her mind a minute to catch up, causing her to stumble just a little bit. IT wasn't the most graceful thing, but Rhona was in heels for the first time in her actual life and she'd been dancing for the better part of five minutes. She was lucky to be standing. So she followed Jason to the drink, slightly let down to remember that she wasn't old enough for the bubbly stuff, but glad for the hydration all the same. She took the water with a grateful smile and cast her eyes around for someone else she might have known. And her eyes landed exactly there. Xi-wang cleaned up pretty nice as well, it would seem. Rhona couldn't help the swell of pride as an attractive young gentleman approached Xi-wang. Was that the young man who made the offer of a home to him? Could have been, same as it could have very well been anyone else. Rhona ventured a small wave, hoping to catch his eye as she leaned over to Jason, whispering "the young man in the green? He's another one of my... students." She whispered the last word meaningfully, hoping that Jason caught her drift. "I hope to get you two working together sometime soon."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 6:43 pm
Seth Volkov ( outfit )
"A Russian man of my acquaintance," said Seth lightly, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other still holding his wine glass aloft. "I could introduce if vant."
Dark eyebrows rose at the comment. "Vhat is it that you do for vork, Mr. Cadwell?" Seth asked, sounding amused. He'd thought it had something to do with...nope, nothing was coming to mind. They hadn't exactly talked during their last encounter - well, they had, but not to the extent of occupations and anything that did not have to do with the current activities.
Things that were not appropriate to be thinking about now, in the middle of a gala, but Seth was neither apologetic, nor reckless. He let out a small laugh.
"I do not haff date. Just..." His gaze raked up and down Lysander's form again. "...friends."
His gaze flickered back to Drew, if only because he was still judging entirely who Drew was with simply on the basis that his current companion was currently better than Drew's, although Drew's did have some very excellent points. There was a smirk on his lips as he turned back to Lysander.
"Vhat are your plans for evening?"Julian Ashleigh Laurence ( outfit )
"I should hope you've only heard excellent things, as the DCBC Orchestra is nothing less than excellent," said Julian, in a tone that suggested he had had this conversation too many times before. But the orchestra was a thing of pride to him, years of hard work and constant auditions and blisters on his fingers and an ache in his neck, twinges in his wrists. He'd put everything into his musical career, and he would be damned to let it be described merely as good.
"It does," he answered, in answer to her statement about his violin. "I have put a great deal of work into it to make sure that it remains as good as it did when I first received it. My grandfather had a Stradivarius replica; it was quite well made, in spite of not being original and it lasted him quite a long time.
He still plays occasionally, but his hands aren't what they used to be."
It was all said very matter-of-fact, lacking emotion, because Julian was neither sentimental nor emotional. His grandfather's hands, now shaking with age, were no longer capable of picking up his bow as he once had; instead, he had focused all of his attention and money on his grandson.
Everything had to be perfect. Everything was going to be perfect.
"Schweitzers are perfectly respectable instruments," said Julian to Cerisse, his blue eyes flicking out across the room, landing and then skipping away from his pride and joy, the violin still on the chair. "I started with a Schweitzer when I was a child, before I received my Draskóczy."Steele Moore
The dress was, admittedly, a work of art. Steele gave an approving look to the dip in the back without trying to be lascivious about the whole thing - but really, it was a gorgeous thing on a gorgeous woman, and he was positively glittering with charm as he stood in front of her.
He took the offered hand as grandly as he could, other hand tucked against the small of his back.
"Steele Moore, at your service, lovely lady," he said, and bent over, pecking a kiss to the back of the woman's hand before letting go and straightening again, smoothing out his tie and making sure that he was as impeccably dressed and impressive looking as he positively could, flashing a wide, starry smile at his newest acquaintance.
"And to whom do I owe the honor - nay, the privilege of your company?"Fritz St. James ( outfit )
It was hard to stop looking at her.
It was equally as hard to stop thinking about how the brush of her lips had felt against his cheek, a confusing and tangled mix of a desire to both pull away instinctively and also to lean closer, so that he could feel her warmth once more, Cordy's smile making something in Fritz's chest ache. He tried to push it aside, tucking it away firmly, even as she was looking at him with a slightly startled expression on her flushed face.
Her fingers fluttered over his suit without touching, for which Fritz was grateful. His stomach was still in knots, twisting itself up, and this was Cordy.
She was one of his closet friends, if not the closest one that he had, and he didn't - couldn't mess that up, in any way, shape or form. He'd already lost so much in the past because of his own inadequacies, he was not about to continue that tradition.
"You look...very beautiful," said Fritz softly, a smile tugging at his own lips. "I've never seen you dress up before."
He stretched out a hand of his own, almost as though he was going to mimic Cordy's gesture, then pulled his hand away, tucking them both against the small of his back.
"I like it. It suits you very well. How are you enjoying your evening so far?"Caspian Lyons ( outfit )
"I think you're confusing great with penguin," said Caspian, but allowed Michael to pull his hand away from his tie, trying - and failing - not to glance at the silver and blue ring on his left ring finger in the process. His head tilted up instinctively as Michael fiddled with his tie, a breath escaping Caspian as he attempted to look as though he belonged in a place like this.
It was very obvious he didn't, but he'd said he'd come, and besides, there was good food and good drink, and good company.
Mostly good company.
"Don't be jealous just because you haven't got a date," said Caspian airily to Peter, giving his hair a deliberate flip, just because aggravating Peter was one of his favorite pasttimes and they both knew it. "I'm sure there's a lot of cuties around here that'll like that tie of yours, though, that's quite the design."
He was grinning even as Peter scuttled off, likely from more of a desire just to be away from the pair of them. Caspian turned back to Michael and slipped his fingers automatically through his fiance's, twining them together as he glanced around.
"Over here," he said, tugging Michael in the direction of the food table. It was already crowded; he jostled unintentionally against someone as he stumbled past a drunken guest, Caspian's hand hastily shooting out to grasp at the young woman's arm in case she toppled over.
"Sorry," he said quickly. "It's really busy in here, you okay?"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 6:59 pm
Priscilla Stratford - dress (pink trash that I am)
Fashionably late may as well have been in the dictionary's definition for Priscilla Stratford because there wasn't a single time in her memory that she couldn't recall arriving to a soirée or gala without showing up at least twenty, maybe thirty minutes after the official start.
It simply didn't do to be early, not when she could have her own entrance after everyone else piled in at the same time.
Her arm wrapped itself around her date's, fingers tracing the fabric of his suit jacket. All in all, Mr. Black cleaned himself up fairly well but her focus for the evening had been taking nearly an hour to perfect and touch up on her concealer alone. The makeup had done its job well enough, save for the especially purple bruise that crept up the side of her throat. Keeping her hair styled downwards took care of that particular bruise.
As her gaze moved from one end of the room to the other, her nose found itself lifting slightly higher as she examined all of the other dresses and dates. This was Priscilla's element - and it felt good to return to it.
"I'm thirsty."
She looked up at her date expectantly, a smile crooking the side of her lips. He'd been a good sport about attending such an affair and if she were a grateful woman, she wouldn't push her luck.
Prissy, however, loved pushing her luck to see how far it would get her.
Rob Banks - lmao ignore this, I just love it
Adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time so far in the evening, Robert Banks moved to triple check that he'd included a stack of business cards in his jacket pocket. It had been a hot minute since he'd schmoozed around properly and a Hospital Fundraiser Gala was the absolute perfect setting for such a past time. Hobnobbing with Directors, Doctors and the wealthiest men and women of Destiny City... if he didn't make it out tonight with at least one or two new potential clients, he was going to curse his partner in crime, who he happened to notice already loitering around several other people at the party.
One arm moved down to tuck itself around his date's shoulder, which he squeezed gently. It hadn't been difficult, figuring out who to take as a date on such an exclusive affair and there was a sliver of pride, even, that he could show off his talents in front of her.
"Are you hungry at all?" Hazel eyes glanced over towards Bella, giving her one of his award winning smiles.
Akio Yoshida - soot
The invitation had been offered on the spur of the moment, from a classmate who lacked interest in such fancy social affairs. Truth be told, Akio wasn't sure exactly why he'd come - maybe it was for the change of environment? To get out of the norm and out of his apartment for a change?
The suit he'd picked out had come from his days in Banzaii! but it had proven faithful as ever. It had been during their Prince Charming tour and the glamour of the blue and silver had yet to fade, despite being years old.
Taking a deep breath, he flashed his invitation to the man at the front door, ducking his way into the ball as his senses were soon overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the elegant affair.
Bee-lining it for the drinks, Akio quickly sought out liquid courage to be his savior tonight.
lol u get no one to tag, Akio you fool
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:14 pm
size=11] Surprised that someone would join him, as he wasn't expecting company, Xi-wang looked up from where he'd been eating slowly and nodded his head. "I don't mind, and thank you...one of the workers suggested it." She had suggested what cut for the suit and the green strip of fabric tied in a bow at his collar. She had suggested a lot, while giving him oddly uncomfortable looks. Though he did wonder if the pants didn't make his legs look really long and his waist really thin, like a twig almost. He knew jeans certainly did that to him; but he still wore them.
"I can find the name of the place if you want - I saved it on my phone." Xi-wang offered after a moment, since he couldn't remember the places name off the top of his head.
"I didn't want to do a tie or a bow tie, a tie I can't tie and a bow tie seemed too formal." And he already felt out of place here when he looked at most of the other people here. Though he did know Rhona planned to be here and this certainly wasn't her sort of place either.
When he looked up, glancing about all the gathered people, he spied someone waving and raised his hand to return the gesture. "I think the one at the store I went to was just thinking of what would make me look best in her opinion as she seemed to have been flirting..." So maybe in the hopes of him asking her to where he was going, if he was single, or something else. He didn't know and hadn't been about to ask...it wasn't his place to do so.
Looking back to the darker skinned male he flashed him a bit of a smile. He was, oddly enough, glad for the company. It was just one person which was nice and they weren't some gushing female either, as that would have made him very uncomfortable.(word count: 333)
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:33 pm
The whistle was not missed, with Rory nearly tripping on the train of her skirt when she realized it was directed at her. Glancing over her shoulder, once she regained her balance and managed to not make a complete and utter fool of herself, she caught sight of Andrew's shark grin. It set her heart skittering and she quickly looked away, pace quickening as her hands rose to tuck hair behind her ears just to give her something to do with her hands to distract herself.
It wasn't fair how easily he could make her flush, even after all of those mean sparring sessions.
Young Aurora knew why, exactly, because her crush on the older man was painfully transparent no matter how much she tried to hide it. It was the curse of being a young not-quite-adult-but-almost-not-a-child who had very little experience with someone she fancied.
Her embarrassment meant she was too busy trying to put distance between herself and the civilian guise of her general to hide the flush of her face that she ran into a different but equally handsome stranger.
Unable to help the squeak that left her, both hands clasped over her mouth. "Oh no! I'm - Oh, I'm sorry!"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:33 pm
Cerissé Belcourt ( Outfit) Ooooh, she'd hit a nerve. Unintended, but she'd found it none the less. Perhaps in the same way she personally unwound one when someone described any of the ladies of the Symphony by their appearance before their talent. "Of course. Wonderful things." she chose a completely different word to replace her blundered verbage. Not that she was embarrassed by not speaking higher than she had previously. She'd been corrected. It was a fair thing. "I see. A history, then," she quietly set her own history aside with the instrument. It was interesting, the similarities; the instrument, the grandfather it came from, the nitpicking of word choices in regards to certain things. It was familiar. It was nice, in a way. She quietly followed his gaze, the longing familiar to her as well, knowing where the glance would lead her before it even began. "I was proud to inherit it. I'll play it until either my hands or it breaks." Despite any delicacy in appearance, her hands were calloused from the amount of play. Ones that Julian would also have, like a strange mutual wound of obsession - passion. "I'd love an excuse to see it up close sometime."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:33 pm
Kailey O'Carroll - Dress, shoes, hair
The only reason she was here was because she'd actually donated some money herself to the new hospital. It wasn't often that she touched the inheritance she got from her parents, even rarer that she even acknowledged it's existence, stuffed away in a bank account under her name and taking on more interest than she liked to really comprehend per year.
Why she'd never touched it in her partying years, where money had been a desperation, and the roof over her head expendable in the search of high vibes and alcoholic bliss, was at times beyond her comprehension. Made her stomach churn to even get the statements from the bank reminding her it existed. So when the information went out about the new hospital, she'd... caved? Fractured? Gave in? Gave up? Donated a chunk of change as a in memory of that was arguably more than she'd see an entire year where she was working, and considering the generosity of some of their regulars that was kinda saying something.
But it felt ok to give to a hospital, to the care of others, rather than her own use. Even got her to start looking into other charities, do some research into them and figure out what would be actual good places to send some of the money she never used.
Standing there in nude heels accented in lace and gold plating, hair pulled up in intentionally messy style, gold glinting at her ears, throat, and wrist... she felt ok. The pale pink material curved around her figure, accenting the toned form given to her by dance and MMA training. Pale pink lips contrasted with her tan skin and the dark smokey eyeshadow, heavy on the mascara and liner, did wonder for her bright eyes. Walking in the dainty heels had no impact on her balance, and there was no hesitation on her part to bat lashes at anyone she caught looking her way longer than a simple appreciative glance.
This wasn't her scene, but she could play like it sure as hell was.
Over at the buffet table, she sipped a bit of champagne freely, newly of age and all but purring at being able to freely indulge in public, instead of hiding away in a corner or back room. But the allure of alcohol to take the edge of her prickling nerves became almost nonexistent when she locked her gaze on a face she'd not seen for a while. Squinting, she held her ground for a moment as she looked him over, taking in his height, hair, facial structure, attire, the fact another girl was leaning in to whisper something to him... but a grin broke out over her matte lips, drink in hand and heels clicking delicately as she moved quickly to him. "Jason!" Her voice was relaxed and delighted, giving a warning of her approach for both his and the unknown girl's sakes before she crossed the remaining distance. Her free hand coming out to catch his arm and tug down while she stood on tip-toe to press her lips to his cheek.
"I should have figured you'd be here," she laughed, glancing around quickly. "Your dad here?" She was.... fond, of Dr. McClayre, the man having tried his best to help her through rather... difficult periods in her life. She'd not let him succeed, but in hindsight she... she appreciated that he tried. That she'd met his son, one of her oldest friends, through his attempts, was not lost on her. "I should have just texted you to see if I could catch a lift. Traffic was a b***h."
But she wasn't completely oblivious to the fact she was cutting in. A genuine apologetic smile was sent to the other young woman (Rhona) he'd been speaking to, offering a simple two-fingered salute in greeting. "Sorry about all this. Childhood friend and all that jazz, and it's been a little while since our schedules have let us meet up. Kailey," she offered, removing her hand from Jason's arm--and handing him the little flute of champagne she was holding in a silent offer to him--to offer to the other her not cold hand, smile friendly.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:40 pm
Ariel Mishnah/Cinnabar - outfit/ hairCinnabar’s chin lifted, her broad shoulders pushing back, and she was hard pressed not to look pleased at the compliment. She knew she looked good, she didn’t need him to tell her that, but damned if it didn’t feel good to hear it.
“The times anyone gets to see me out of uniform are few, and in a dress, even more rare.” She murmured, red lips pursed. For all that she rarely wore such things, she had never really forgotten how to. Old skills, revitalized.
Everyone seemed to be finding others to mingle with and chat up, it wasn’t a surprise really when a pair made their way towards them. The tall woman with the blue hair and mermaid dress seemed to be a bold one, though now she had a gentleman on her arm. Cin’s eyes traced her appreciatively before they swung to the man and she blinked, recognition flickering across her face for a moment.
Leucite. A general she had met before, when she had dragged his unconscious body to safety. It was good to see others here, though she made no comment about it.
A chipper, drunk little entrance was made by the lady in blue and the half-youma smiled, recognizing the enthusiasm in the voice.
“You have a suggestion… Shahar?” The tall woman said as she withdrew her hand from Andrew’s elbow, reaching out to take the offered one. She gripped it firmly, before lifting it to her lips with a tug. No color left behind betrayed a good lipstick when she released the long fingers, red eyes lifting to find their owner’s.
“Ariel Mishnah. This is Andrew Collins. Are the pair of you enjoying the party?” She said as she offered Mathias a more reserved smile.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 8:11 pm
Kaefaux RHONA IS A DEEPLY FEELING YOUNG LADY PLEASE IGNORE HER IF SHE IS ACCIDENTALLY CATTY ILU BB So, it turns out Micah's jealousy was not something that she had left behind. It was, however, tempered with new grace and she forced a smile before a deep scowl had a chance to set in. Well, maybe jealous wasn't the word for it, now that Rhona inspected the emotion. More like... being taken aback at a perceived affront. Yes, that was it. They had, after all, been in the middle of a conversation. And anyone who looked could have seen that, as Rhona had leaned in to whisper something to him. The operative word, of course, being percieved which made it easier for Rhona to push her initial emotion down and force something more civil to the surface. So much for Court talk, she supposed. "Rhona Lee," she answered the woman's name with her own, taking her offered hand. "It's good to meet someone from Jason's life." Wow, that was strange. Rhona knew he had a life outside fo Crocus, but it was odd to be presented with it. There was the abstract concept of his father being a doctor was easy to process, but this... concrete example of his actual life. It was odd. "I'm a... recent friend of Jason's. I'm glad that you could finally arrive at the same place at the same time. Shall I leave you alone to catch up?" She glanced from Kailey to Jason, painfully aware that she was now the third wheel and wanting to get away. Of course... where would she go? To Xi-wang and his maybe-boyfriend? She ran the risk of being a third wheel there... Back to the dessert table then, to gorge herself happily of pastry.
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