Behind the Mask || A Masquerade, semi- lit rp! (accepting!)

[my Lalia]

((Wait what?? No, James was inside))

[Cydnezz]

He offered her his arm so he could escort her into the mansion

Yea, no. He just tried to take her inside.

[my Lalia]

((oh okay, so now I have to go back and change everything?? :s ))

[Cydnezz]

Yea, just edit, no biggie (:

[my Lalia]

((Alright, I changed it. James is talking to Hunter now.))

[~Chrissie~]

Ivy sighed heavily in the back seat of her mom's Lincoln, as she pulled her cell phone out of her bra. She flipped it open, barely glancing up at her mom's paralegal sitting causally in the drivers seat as they approached the Mansion. She checked the time, and quickly hid her phone back in her bra. She sighed again, as she heard her mom's uninterested voice nag her about taking her phone with her. She rolled her eyes as if she was sitting right there with her, as they pulled up in front of the mansion. She smiled kindly to her mom's paralegal as she opened the door for her self, smoothing her short skirt down as she stepped out of the car. She glanced down a bit to check her green and black laced shoes, as she closed the door behind her. She noticed the doorman at the front door of the mansion, she smiled slightly as she walked up towards him, entering the house. Her emerald eyes glimmered a bit behind her mask, as she took a deep breath noticing the other people in the room. She noticed all of there flowing, elaborate gowns and began to feel a bit out of place, wishing she had chosen to wear something more fancy. She noticed a handsome guy in not so glitzy costume, and began to walk over to him. She didn't pay any attention to the tray he had in his hand, instead she smiled sweetly. "Fancy party, eh?" She said starring straight into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling interest start to build up within her.

Holton mysteriously approached the front door of the mansion out of the shadows already irritated by the fact that his date backed out on him last minute. He moaned a bit, almost growling, as he pulled his suit jacket down roughly as he heard his foot steps pound against the concrete. He felt a great deal of anger building up with in him, as he looked crossly at the doorman, not even offering a smile or nod to the man. He paused briefly as he entered the door, his face stern beneath his mask. He balled his fists up a bit as he walked into the ballroom. He glared at almost everyone in the room as he spotted a servant, holding a tray of hors d'oeuvres. He pounded his shoes against the dance floor as he walked over to her. He barely gave her a nod, as he snatched a few hors d'oeuvres off her tray, knocking it out of her hand. He sighed heavily, as he glanced at her as if she was scum. He turned away from her, his back rigid as he walked across the room, his shoes pounding even harder against the floor.

[Kaliyana]

((This is the only post I can make for tonight; it's 11:42pm where I live and I need to go to bed for school tomorrow. ;P Sorry that Kali's is shorter than the others; I had a bit of a block with her....))

Lucas, debating wither he actually wanted to go inside or not, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his shiny new mustang. It was a sleek black car, with smooth leather seats and a gleaming dashboard with the best stereo he could get. Right now that stereo was just a background noise; turned on low with some random song from Lady Gaga playing, he really wasn't paying attention to it. He took several moments to decide if he was actually going to go to the ball; he thought it was a waste of time to be honest but all the people loving to show off everything they had was something he would hate to miss...

Lucas sighed, grabbed his mask off the passenger seat of his car and turned the key. Lady Gaga cut off in the middle of a word, and the purr of the engine quieted. He slipped his keys into his pocket as he opened the door. His dark red shirt open with a slight breeze and goosebumps spread down his chest before his body adjusted to the temperature. He wore red snake bites today; the color making them look like blood dripping off his lips. He opened the back door quickly, pulling the black and red tipped wings out and slipping them on. He marched up the sidewalk and towards the house; his body moving with the arrogance and the grace of someone who knew how hot he was.

He was slipping the mask on when he neared the mansion's door. He glided into the ballroom; his eyes looking bored and the contacts around his eyes making his eyes glow slightly. "Why am I even here?" He asked himself, shaking his head. He didn't care what these people thought about him; all he wanted to was to go find something else pretty and shiny and expensive.

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Kalika, her chin held high, strutted into the ballroom. She was the image of confidence, the red dress clinging to her body in all the right places and her black heels clicking off the floor. Her mask fanned out around the left side of her face; her hair pinned back on that side so that it didn't cover the golden flame like design. She took a quick glance at the people there; the expensive masks and costumes, the richer people melding together and making snide comments about the less rich without as mush as a sliver of concern about them hearing what was being said. She snorted. She cared not for those kind of people; they irritated the crap out of her.

She made her way over to the drink table; quickly grabbing a glass of champagne that she could sip on while she waited for something to do. She had simply only made an appearance. Unless she could find something, or someone, that could hold her attention and keep her here she would be leaving in about an hour. She hated social gatherings; people ticked her off.

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Jay felt awkward. There was no other way to put it. He felt like he just didn't belong at that ball; didn't feel like he should even be there. Why should he had to "mingle" with the richer kids when he knew that they were only going to be snobs about the fact that his family wasn't nearly as rich as the rest of them. His family was still rich by his standards; they had no money problems, they just didn't have the money to burn like the others here did. That didn't mean he didn't have a shiny car or lots of expensive pretty things, it just meant that he didn't have a LOT of those expensive, pretty, needless things.

Jay took a long look at himself in the mirror he passed on the way in the door; he looked at the spiked brown hair, the mixed blue-green eyes, the black suit with the red tie, the one lip ring and the eyebrow piercing. He didn't look like he belonged here; he looked rich to someone who wasn't rich, but he knew to the people who were disgustingly rich he would look poor. They would mock him for it, he knew they would. And he would try his best to ignore it.

But, as he stepped into the ballroom, his demeanor change. His lips curved in that sexy half smirk that he knew the girls loved, his eyes turned to the sexy, heated and slightly arrogant look of a skilled hunter. He was going to find someone to take home tonight, or he was at least going to make someone call him in the morning; he was sure of it.

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

(Where can Alexis Jump in?)

[Typical Aquarius]

(( well, we just started, so you can pretty much jump in wherever... ))

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

Alexis Moon Selvon
( Tried so it mite be sucky.)

She sat in back of her mother cream colored, and always shinning Tahoe. She had on a short black dress and peep toe black heels. She felt the car stop and quickly put her phone away. She heard her door open and said " Thank You Jeffery." She stepped out and looked at her gaint house and her cherry red mustang in drive way. The italian girl walked up the stepes and wondered if their where any cute boys in this town.
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After putting away her many shopping bags of clothes she deiced to walk around the town in her tight little black dress, and her very high peep toe heels and her small black hand bag. With her golden blond hair drapping over her shoudlers. Any senseable boy should notice her.