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The Charity Benefit (3) - Now is as good of a time as any to examine one of the many tables displaying items for the auction. The table is full of donations, both new and old, and something catches your eye. It’s only when you get closer to the item that you have some sort of fierce, emotional response. It might be nostalgia or happiness, or sadness, or fear, or anger--any emotion is possible. There doesn’t seem to be any reason to feel this way; the item can be any that you choose. Though the emotion doesn’t linger for long, there’s no clear reason as to why it inspired such feelings. Is the item worth bidding on? Or running away from?


He had attended at his father's behest and therefor was clad formally for the connected Banquet and Ball, but the man ewas absolutely not afraid to dress in his favorite formal clothes. He wanted for his mother's dress, and to match the gossamer, ruffled and laced affair was matching high heels, and in turn he matched by his makeup, delicately applied with the taste and style of a female, but, between drag shows and genuine days as a lady, he was tastefully painted, carrying his makeup in his purse, and his hair was styled elegantly. He doubted anybody would dance with him, or understand, but when he followed his older cousin into the auction, his mind was far from things as he walked the showroom fgloor. Yolie was admiring kit, he was admiring everything, seeming to almost float across the floor like a graceful lady of stature, the man looking around gently, and he smiled faintly, false lashes fluttering as he walked as line of clothes, all far from his price range. They could afford the tickets for himself, Yolie, and his father - Zayne had no interest - but he could look. Blue eyes danced over lace and cufflinks and cummerbunds, and he withdrew a fan to fan himself delicately, earning a few looks as he walked. He was peering over his shoulder at one lady looking agitated at him and even prepared to snap his fan at her whjen he turned and sighted a bit of a lovely necklace. It sported a diamond pendant, and the young man gasped appreciatively, and approached, walking with a hip sway to the necklace with wonder. It glimmered and sparkled in the light, featuring class and elegance and he fanned himself as he took it in. It was of course a small pendant, but it somehow reminded him of the Hope Diamond, and thatn feeling made his stomach suddenly knot. The world fell away as his pulse increased, sweat broke out on his forehead and he swallowed. He heard nothing, but felt an inherant terror begin to creep across his system, the fanning increasing into a rapid, terrified motion as he looked to the silent auctuion form. Did he dare buy it? Something in it was causing him incredible distress, and Ezekiel shifted to peer at the gem anxiously, before he trembled in his heels. After a moment, Zeke snapped his fan shut and the sound startled him out of his fear. His pulserate slowed, the sounds of people around him rtetuirning to his mind as he looked around. Someone leaned around him to lazily bid on the necjklace, reminding him it was a charity after all, and the man sighed softly, closing his eyes as he relaxed, and took in the necklace again. It weas a delicate, lovely necklace, it did nothing to draw him, and all mental reminders of the Hope Diamond flushed away like water. Nothing swept him, nothing made him eager, nothing was different from the feelings from before he sighted the thing and nobody else seemed to react. Zeke withdrew a kercheif and dabbed away the sweat before he had turned away, and thus he calmed. He didn't want it, and he couldn't afford it anyhow, and Ezekiel sighed as he unfolded his fan, fanning himself slowly again, the man unclenching his muscles before he looked around, long false lashes discreetly hiding is eyes and the expressions within as he sighed, took one moment to inhale, and smiled sweetly to himself. Let someone else hang -- now he needed to find his cousin. He was getting hungry.