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Event Private Hide Your Face, Reveal Your Thoughts

Discussion in 'The Ballroom' started by EmiRose, Oct 30, 2018.

  1. EmiRose
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    Tomo had taken on a whole new identity for this ball. She had even gone and rented a voice charm that gave her a flawless british accent. At first Tomo had thought she'd come to regret it but she actually quite liked speaking like some high-society young lady. Before leaving for the ball Tomo had said the word "balderdash" before a mirror multiple times just for the laughs.
    And Tomo really did look like some snobby young lady. She had a rather short dress, whose colours matched with her mask and hair, that Tomo had dyed golden blonde with one time use dye. It'd wash away with water. Tomo's usually yellow eyes were now black, and she had used tanning lotion on her pale skin. She kinda looked like a gyaru from streets of Shibuya, though the makeup Shiro had applied on her was much more subtle than what those kinda chicks used. And lastly Tomo had on scent-covering perfume, that was sweet citrus scented. Her favourite scent.

    Tomo had separated from Shiro for a moment, when her sister had met some friends. Tomo, or Isabela right now, had gone to get some food and was now eating some miniature sandwiches with her pinky up like she had seen some nobles do in movies and such. Tomo wasn't exactly bored, but she was getting close. After all, the whole reason she was here was because Shiro had been persistent, and even used a bit of blackmail. Though the latter didn't have much effect, Tomo was the master of blackmail. Nevertheless Shiro had stuffed her in a pretty dress, mask and heels and dragged her along to this ball. Tomo's only condition had been, that Shiro would make it that she was unrecognizable. And if Tomo was honest she didn't hate how she looked. Even she could tell she looked pretty good.
    While eating Tomo observed the crowd, not looking for anyone in particular and different faces became a blur. Until one particular person caught Tomo's eye. A person she knew well, a person she could pick apart from a crowd of millions.
    Lucas.
    Tomo wasn't exactly surprised to see he was here, and she found that she couldn't look away. Small smile crept on Tomo's face as she kept her eyes on Lucas, and when they made eye contact Tomo didn't look away. It was a masquerade, Lucas couldn't recognize her, so Tomo sure as hell would look all she wanted.


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  2. Ballerina
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    The whole ‘disguise’ aspect of the masquerade was useless when was nearly impossible for Lucas to not look like himself. If there was a charm that could mask his ears, his unruly hair still still had him sticking out like a sore thumb-- it was embarrassing. Nothing he wore mattered, even in the stuffy wool suit, he was undoubtably Lucas. The jacket's tackiness transcended time. According to his history textbook, there was no decade where the floral embroidery along the slightly too long cuffs could have been acceptable. His mask was simple, covering the right side of his face and decorated with the flowers he got from October's banquet which also poked out from his hair.

    Most of the attendees appeared to be at a solid foot taller and at least a decade older than him. This was not usually a problem, Lucas was "great with adults" after all. With a good chunk of the school staff being family friends, he had been to countless holiday parties, and entrusted to take home the class pets, but it was different this time around. Besides a few outliers, everyone had disguised themselves, the people he had known so well were now 'perfect strangers'. Lucas couldn't walk up Mr. Altair and ask how his sisters were doing, instead he just played along, reintroducing himself to about twelve people who would have known him underneath their masks which was redundant for someone who also happened to be a werewolf that could tell people apart by smell. It was an exercise in self restraint, and a boring one at that.

    Then Lucas noticed her. The scent stood out among the overwhelming amount of body odor and alcohol, he was aware that there was someone who smelled like oranges nearby. What he didn't realize was that this same person had been looking in his direction. The moment their eyes met, it finally occurred to him how dumb he probably looked, like the garden department of a home appliance store. From her scent alone, he knew that she was someone who he had never met before, not even brushed up against. And from the brief glimpse he got before averting his eyes, she didn't look like anyone he knew either. His tail restlessly wagged as he approached her with caution. It was more of a nervous habit nervous habit that anything, but Lucas was also a little stoked; he found a legit stranger.

    " Good evening miss." The formality was delivered with an ease unusual for a fourteen year old. He extended a hand to her, a smile poking out from underneath the left side of his mask. Lucas was ready to improvise.

    " They call me... Lord Fowlian."
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    Oh fuck, oh shit, he was coming this way.
    Tomo felt the overwhelming urge to run the fuck away when Lucas actually began approaching her. Why her?! A dozen other people were looking at Lucas, that's how funny his outfit looked, why did he decide to come here?! Had he recognized Tomo? No, Tomo was pretty sure that was impossible, she looked nothing like herself and the way her body had changed recently made it hard to recognize her in a dress. Then maybe he was just curious? That was pretty much possible. But Tomo was also pretty sure there were a bunch of people Lucas knew in this ball, why would he want to talk to a stranger? No, wait, this was Lucas, of course he'd want to talk to a stranger.
    Well, shit.

    The small smile Tomo had on her face almost faltered, as Lucas slowly but surely approached her and Tomo's anxiousness grew and grew. But as he got close Lucas' tail caught Tomo's eye and she wanted to snort, if she had been herself Tomo would've probably teased Lucas about that. But Tomo was Isabela now, and Isabela looked at Lucas with a dignified smile while he introduced himself as...Lord Fowlian?
    Jesus Christ, Lucas was going to make this hard for her.
    "Good evening, Lord Fowlian."
    Saying that name outloud was painful, Tomo wanted to laugh so bad. But she didn't, and took Lucas' hand. Her grip was delicate and elegant, unlike Tomo was.
    "They call me Isabela, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
    Those fancy, long words sounded actually pretty and civilized when pronounced in the British accent Tomo now had. It was super weird.
    "This is quite the lovely evening. Are you enjoying yourself, My Lord?"
    Oh man, this was actually kinda fun.
     
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    It was easy enough to reciprocate her smile with a polite nod, but doubt started to ooze in once she took hold of his hand. Her grip was limp like an elderly woman. Shit, there was even a chance Isabela was actually an elderly inside the body of a teenager. That was a thing here. Whoever she really was, there was just something uncanny... "off" about Isabela which he guessed was pretty inevitable in a disguise situation, maybe explaining the strong scent.

    " The pleasure is all mine." A laughably cheesy line he picked up from period dramas, he bowed his flower ridden head. To keep a jumbling of cracked sounds from happening, Lucas stuck to his regular voice, yet it was forcibly lower and sharp. It was also kind of strange to be called Lord, especially when there were cooler rankings like Sergeant and Commander, but it was the option that respected all the work put into getting to the other rankings. All a Lord needed to do was exist.

    " I do agree, why else would I have said good evening?" Even as Lord Fowlian, the smart ass had not escaped, it was only diluted and dumbed-down.

    " The crowd is decent enough. Music's great too." Lucas shrugged as if the ball wasn't bombarding him with overwhelming mesh of noises, sights, and smells. Isabel was all three of those.

    " Would you care to dance?"
     
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    #5 EmiRose, Dec 7, 2018 at 2:46 AM
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    Curtsying felt somehow annoying, Tomo wanted to bow too and be called Lord or something, that was way cooler than being some little miss Isabela. But she didn't show her displease and just answered Lucas' bow with a low curtsy.

    Oh, so that's how it was. Tomo's brow wanted to rise judgmentally, but she kept it at bay and instead let out a disgustingly girly chuckle.
    "Perhaps because 'Boring evening' wouldn't have been nearly as charming of a greeting?"
    Tomo answered, not quite what she herself would've answered. But Isable wasn't the type to start ruffling Lucas' hair and joke around.

    Tomo knew how Lucas felt. Her senses were strained too, and Tomo knew she was going to have a monster headache at the end of the evening. Though Lucas' scent, voice and how he looked were all familiar, Tomo preferred to concentrate on them instead of the rest of the party.

    "Why, I'd be honoured to offer you a dance."
    Tomo said with a curtsy and offered her hand for Lucas to take.
     
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    “ Fair enough. Pleasantries and all of that. I get it. Though, I imagine boring evening would be pretty obsolete. ” He shrugged again, then moving forward slightly to take her hand. The corners of his lip and brows narrowed in closer, an uneasy smile. Although the idea of embarrassing himself in front of a stranger stirred up butterflies in his stomach, this time it wasn’t Isabela.

    Lucas placed his other hand on her shoulder blade, hoping that Isabela would follow along as he began to move side to side. He hoped it was enough for her to follow along, or better yet take the lead since, his dancing skills were limited to the Electric Shuffle and grapevines from PE: the only class he ever came close to getting a B in. In the meantime, he debated what questions would theoretically distract her from his dancing.

    “ So, what brings you here? Are you visiting from the narrow reality?” Lucas asked, bracing for the truth or a lie. Either way didn’t really matter, as long as he got an answer.
     
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    Seeing Lucas stiff and nervous was somehow funny and Tomo stifled a chuckle, as he with a stiff expression set his other hand on Tomo's shoulder blade. Although when Tomo felt that hand on her back she couldn't help but blushing and looking down briefly. Thanks to the tan Tomo had on her skin the blush wasn't that discernible, but Lucas would probably notice, he was annoyingly perceptive.

    Lucas' dancing was inexperienced to say the least, and internally Tomo cackled and rolled her eyes at the same time. Academics Lucas was good, but though he was okay at PE as well that was what he sucked at the most. And that was what Tomo excelled at, and at dancing. But unlike Tomo Isabela had class, and she subtly and gently took the lead, expertly guiding Lucas into taking the right steps, all the while smiling a small mysterious smile. And blushing under her tan, holding Lucas' hand was bringing some serious butterflies into her stomach.

    "Hmm, let's just say I come from somewhere cold and rather deserted."
    Tomo answered mysteriously, those words were pretty much how she described her village in Hokkaido.
    "My good friend Shiro invited me to this ball, as it happens to overlap with my visit."
     


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