* MASQUERADE BALL !

[ERIK ROYAL KROSA.]

“This city is lucky to have a man like you in town Erik, maybe you'll be able to bring this town out of the hole it's dug itself into.”

These humans had no idea in the end did they? They were all so idiotic in their obliviousness to the true dangers of the city. Were they really so daft that they couldn't pick out who was monster and who was human any more? Yet with his carefree smile and a small laugh, he hid his thoughts away by giving a small wave of his hand, a modesty wave at that. “I do what I feel is right,” he replied smoothly, vivid blue gaze gleaming out of the silk black of his mask. “This city deserves someone who cares, not just these empty figures who feel nothing.” It was true in a way, but his view on what caring was more than likely varied from the bulk.

Dismissing himself from the elderly human, Erik Krosa snaked his way through the crowd, his suit crisp and professional in the way he needed to make an impression. The Masquerade Ball was something that his pack hosted each year and was open to almost anyone. Usually, only the upper-class tended to grace the floor but those of the lower classes who managed to get themselves one of the over-priced tickets also joined in, usually standing out from the rest. This year seemed the worst of them though, a good degree of upper and lower mingling within human and werewolf kind.

The Ortega though, were nowhere to be seen for once and he found a certain degree of smugness that they'd for once stayed out of the business of the higher beings. Prowling around the edge of the dance floor, the king took a small sip of the wine in his hand, passing by the two Krosa wolves guarding the main entrance. “Remember, if I see an Ortega here, you'll both be throat-less,” he singsonged to the two as he passed, both the men giving a hard, strong shake of their head sin understanding.

Peering through the collected people, he let himself scowl for a moment, his gaze meeting his daughter's from across the room. The girl was lucky she was with the eldest Jamerson, otherwise he'd be over there. The girl needed to be in the company of one man tonight, and the face she wasn't already had the wolf irritated. Scanning the crowd to try and find Corvenus himself, he forced the smile back onto his face, flashing it toward the few women passing him. To them, he appeared young, a rich bachelor. It was good publicity, especially if he kept the charm going, but most of them didn't seem to realise speaking to him was there start of the end.

Finishing his glass, he sat it on the tray of one of the waiters moving about, breezing across to another group of older men, his opposition. “Lovely evening in the wake of horror is it not?”

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This is a site wide event for Halloween, meaning if your character is a werewolf, hunter or human they are welcome to attend wearing their mask and formal wear. The Ortega will be entering later however, so hold them back for now.

Now, because this is a site-wide thread, if you have a character here, you are expected to post as quickly as possible. In order to help this, the word minimum in this thread alone is 150. Keep the posts small if you can't reply with long ones, but whatever you do, keep up with the thread and post quickly, please. We want this whole thread going no longer than a week.

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[Anastasie Elena Vega-Krosa.]

She was more than tired and annoyed at being part of this social pecking order function and even worse she wanted to rip the dress she was wearing to shreds with her teeth! It was a tight dress that she felt so stiff and that if she were to bend over in anyway the damn thing would either tear or constrict her breathing to none what so ever. It only came down to about three inches above her knees and flared out slightly. It was nice in color; about the only thing she had any real choice in when it came to dressing for these things. The heels were even worse and were making her grind her teeth. It was nothing ,but dancing with strangers, smiling until your cheeks ripped and talking to more than boring people. What a life. With rolling her eyes and huffing she tried to squeeze through the crowd while avoiding the gaze of her father who was off speaking to the rest of the snake population, or politicians.

Everything was going as planned and it made her sick to her stomach to think if it continued so she would be on the arm of one Corvenus all night while his hands wondered in places and he pulled her against him on the dance floor. Her father was adamant about the marriage between the two and at every chance was nearly throwing her into his arms which he more than happily opened just for her. Ducking her head to the side she tried to hide her scowl that would no doubt ruin the 'happy' mood of the Masquerade ball. Adjusting her mask she made to stand by the one person in the entire house she could stomach; Maddison.

Lifting her head once more she noticed her father across the floor and at first grimacing she lifted her hand to wave her fingers slowly at him enjoying the small victory that he couldn't lash out at her in such a public place.

[Amelia Elnora Hale.]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

A mix of emotions, feelings, and flashes of memories bubbled at the core of a girl who stood before the threshold to the ball. One girl gowned in ivory with spirals on ebony dotting the skirt of her dress, gold hair pinned to her head by a single stark black pin. A certainly human girl who hadn't had the slightest idea to keep herself calm enough to survive the following hours. She had to choke down her worries and breathe a series of deep breaths, her heartbeat like drums in her ears, the sweet melody of a violin playing at the strings of her veins coursing just below her skin. Amelia's chocolate brown gaze laid downcast through the contoured black metal and ribbon mask adorning her face, her fingers twining together in front of her as she stood nervously in wait. Her body swayed in her gown, the light and airy sound of music from inside the ball lifting her poor spirits. She had always vowed to stay away from their kind, but after the previous year, so many things have changed. And now, to keep her beloved ones safe, Amelia was now walking into the heart of a monster's party. You might not even make it out alive if they knew.

"He commanded so, and so shall it be," she told herself, head turning to scan the entry way. Still no sign of him. From her understanding, he wasn't even supposed to be here. Drake was pulling at the Krosa's strings by waltzing in here, and by their agreement, Amelia was to be seen at his arm through it all. And she will be, but by the moments as they passed, the more she grew anxious. Humans in the midst of a Masquerade of wolves couldn't end simply, regardless if they were all wearing masks. Amelia was about to walk into a trap, but her chin lay level and she forced her heartbeat to slow and beat normally, for if she didn't answer to Drake's call, her life would be the least of her profound worries. And with breath caught in her throat, she stood patiently waiting, tucking back a loose strand of gold behind her ear as a group of wolves passed by her seemingly clueless of who she was.

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[maddison]

Truthfully, she'd much prefer being locked down in Cassidy's basement that standing in the middle of the crowd filling the casino like it was throwing away money. But, she had to be there, and with how many people had already made their way across, she knew that if she hadn't shown people would've notice dafter all. Letting out a long breath, she took a long draw of her wine, sharp gaze scanning the crowded floor as she moved. Unconsciously, she found herself tugging at the pale honey-coloured dress, her hair tied up and curled behind her head. It was an old piece of clothing from her younger days, and wearing it made her want to gag and rip it to shreds. But She'd forgotten about the stupid ball until Anni had spoken up, so it had been the only option.

Sparing a glance toward the red-headed woman next to her, Madison gave an impatient sigh, bumping her side into the other woman's lightly. "If we ran, do you think he'd chase us?" She whispered jokingly, though there was still a spark of seriousness in her voice. Lifting her head, the woman scanned the crowd as Anni spared a wave to her face, Madison's own gaze following the man's movements. While they were in the open, Erik couldn't touch them, and while she was there, well if Anni wanted to be left alone, she'd see to it. Looking away from the king, she searched for her daughter within the chaos, but she seemed to have blended in with the crowd too much.

Frowning, the werewolf sighed, letting her head drop backward for a moment before straightening. "How many people do you think I can piss off before your father catches me tonight?"

[Vivian Gwynivere Jamerson.]

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[bg=3A4039] One word could describe her feelings at the moment: hate. Now perhaps, with her streak, it would be hatred for her father whom was still alive, but mainly, it was that she had to attend this stupid party. Although, her thoughts wondered to the fact that Cassidy didn't have to be present, and the thought crossed her mind: I highly doubt anyone would notice if I left. One person would notice, she knew that much as soon as the thought was made. Maddison Jamerson. Her mother. Oh if she left, Vivian knew she would never hear the end of it, why the fact she had to stay and endure the pain if her own daughter got to leave. Figures, her mother found another way to keep her around and make sure she didn't ditch like everyone probably knew she wanted to. However, sitting in the chair she was off to the side, she knew her dress was getting wrinkles, and the care just got swept away. Looking around, Vivian tried to find her mother, or at least Anni, trying to find someone she knew in the mass of werewolves and humans, but to no luck. Not that anyone would come and talk to an ex-lytran, daughter of the old king in the party of her new pack. Smart right? Letting her hands fall into her lap, Vivian looked down at her blue dress, wondering who would even want to walk over and start a conversation with her. Perhaps she should take her mother’s ‘wrath’ and hide out with Cassidy in her basement cellar, at least it would keep her out of firing range against Erik, and possibly the Ortega if they decide to show their faces. WORD COUNT: two-hunred eighty-six TAGGED: masquerade ball NOTES: Meh [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

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The ball was only something Adam had heard about recently, and he honestly had no intentions of going. That was until the other night when he ran into a very interesting fellow with some very interesting advise. He suggested the ball to him, Adam unable to resist the urge to head into the ball and get some more .. information on him. He really wasn't sure to expect and he wasn't sure how to handle the situation. All he knew is that curiosity got the best of him, and even though it went against his better judgement to go to this social gathering he still made sure that he had the evening off (knowing that the hotel probably would have made him work had he not), and got himself a proper mask before heading over to the ball.

For a guy who generally doesn't care too much about his appearance, Adam cleaned up nicely. He had on a simple black pinstripe suit, one that he has had for as long as he can remember, accompanied by a deep red colored shirt. The top button of his collar was unbuttoned, simply for the sake of being comfortable. It was obvious to anyone that he cared enough to at lest get dressed, but not enough to be completely prim and proper. He finished off his attire with a mask that covered the top of his face, it matching his attire : red and black. It was nothing fancy, but something that would make him fit in a bit more with the theme. Adam realized that he probably was going to be underdressed for the occasion, but didn't really care. He was only there on official business, at lest so he thought. But once he got close to the nicely lit room, the sound of violins ringing in his ears Adam was unsure if this was going to be what he was hoping for. He just wanted to get in and out, that was it.

As he approached the door however, He stopped dead in his tracks. Though she was wearing a mask, Adam could spot his sister a mile away. It was just .. a twin thing, he supposed. He put his hands in his pocket, clearing his throat before pushing himself to walk forward again, eyes only looking to her briefly to see if she had spotted him. So far, so good. Amelia looked like she was preoccupied at the moment, looking for someone else. She probably wasn't expecting him to be there, which made getting by her a lot easier. He tried his best not to make eye contact with her, knowing it was a dead give away. His eyes were so unique, and clearly visible through the mask. He only looked at her face briefly when he passed right by her, swiftly and quickly so that Amelia wasn't to notice. His eyes looked at hers, but he was unclear if she noticed, knowing she was looking for someone else. Adam, however didn't wait around to see, making his way deep into the ball so that she didn't have a chance to double check.

The crowd here was large, something that Adam did not like. He felt out of place and uncomfortable, unsure if it was obvious that he was new to this crowd. He looked around, knowing he wouldn't see anyone he knew. But there was something different about these people, majority of them anyways. Were they .. werewolves too? He didn't think on it too hard, passing by many beautiful woman and drunk men and getting himself a glass of water.

"This is going to be fun .." he murmured to himself before taking a sip.

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

"Poppy, if you don't hurry up i'm gonna leave your clumsy ass on the street!" Linda hissed in a frantic manner as she tried rushing a stumbling Poppy towards the doors of Your Eighth Sin. Legs trembling, Poppy managed to get up to the door without breaking the heels of the shoes Linda made her wear (not to mention her leg either...). The two girls faced one another, Linda shoving a little mirror at her adopted Russian sister indicating that she wanted her to hold it up. Poppy sighed, clearly annoyed and held it up for the blonde to start fixing her hair. "Alright, Brad is inside and I've got a big night a head of me. TRY to have fun, meet a boy, do something interesting. Just don't get in my way and DON'T tell mom I left you." Linda informed while Poppy just averted her minty green eyes away from her. Honestly, she may be forgien but she wasn't a baby and she certianly wasn't a tattle-tale!

The only reason Poppy was here was because Mrs. Collins wouldn't let Linda leave without her. That woman certianly had an obsession with trying to get her new awkward daughter out and social like her PERFECT blonde one. Little did mommy know, Poppy was a lone wolf tonight. "God, you look like a baby. Can you at least TRY to look hot?" Linda growled, taking the mirror from Poppy's hands and reaching out to ruffle the Russian's ALREADY messy heap of natural curls, "You're gonna screw everything up aren't you? Look, just pretend you're me. I'm sure SOMEONE will think you're attractive enough to pay attention to." Linda stepped back and eyed her sister for a moment, ignoring the death glare in those minty green eyes.

Poppy was dressed in a tight silver dress that seemed to compliment her extreamly fragile figure and the moonlit color of her skin (a dress that used to belong to Linda and something Poppy thought made her look like a 2 cent hooker....) Mainly it accented her legs, which were still trembling because of the black heels attached to her feet that Linda KNEW Poppy couldn't walk in. Honestly, if the girl couldn't walk in her usual converse what made her think she could wear heels? She was gonna fall over everything within 5 minutes. "Okay you're good! Let's go!" Linda smiled evily and grabbed Poppy's wrist, dragging her into the building and-- yet again-- ignoring the fact that Poppy was struggling to stay on her feet.

It was going to be a long.... LONG... night.

[derek]

He'd never had anything against large crowds, especially when he was younger and a lot more pleasant to be around. But right there and then he was on edge. He was only there because the captain had wanted is best detectives at the event, mostly to demonstrate that the city's police were real people and that his were the best in the area. maybe if he'd gone to any even usually because of that, he may have enjoyed himself. But as soon as he heard the word Krosa, well that had ruined his view on the event completely.

Letting out a grumbling breath, he downed the contents of his glass, turning to face his brother only to find that the werewolf had wandered off on him. Fantastic. So, that left him standing alone, with a now empty glass, while trying at all costs not to meet the eyes of the Krosa family themselves. He had no idea how they'd react to him this time around, after the last meeting had ended in a lot of yelling between himself and the king himself. Snorting, he let out a breath, gaze scanning the room once more until he found himself looking at one of the two people he was avoiding.

He'd be lying if he said that Anastasie looked less that beautiful that evening, but then being almost a spitting image of her mother did that without effort. Unconsciously, he swallowed, turning around and almost running into a waiter who offered up a wine bottle to him. Just giving a small nod, he looked back again, gaze narrowed at the woman standing with her. For a moment, he was sure it was his apprentice, until he met the woman's gaze. Nope, that was her mother. It was hard to tell from the distance. Offering a small nod, he looked around, almost curiously. If the elder Jamerson was there, then there had to be the chance of...

He found Vivian hidden in a corner, clearly not looking please at all to be there. watching her with curious eyes, Derek pulled his glass to rest against his chest, strolling over to where Vivian sat, leaning against the wall beside her casually. "I'm sure no one would notice if you slipped away, with how bored you're looking." He said smoothly, raising a brow while taking a sip, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Then again, you're probably here without a choice like I am, right?" Watching her in silence for a few moments, he gave a small smirk, raising his glass to her.

"By the way, you look lovely tonight."

[Vivian Gwynivere Jamerson.]

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[bg=3A4039] "I'm sure no one would notice if you slipped away, with how bored you're looking," when the voice sounded off to the side, Vivian couldn't do much of anything but send a side-ways glance towards the direction only to let her peripheral vision fall on that of her detective mentor, Derek Kingston. Figures the Captain would want some of the best officers of the law at the party, too bad she was forced to be there, or else she'd have probably be sent on Derek's request to 'get in some good lessons'. Huffing her breath for a moment, acknowledging his words, she waited, wondering why exactly he came to bother her on her night off like this, not that she didn't mind the company. She did, really. "Then again, you're probably here without a choice like I am, right?" Honestly, how did she pin that nail down on the dot? Was her aim getting better? Probably not. "By the way, you look lovely tonight." That made her lean her head back and and give a heartfelt laugh, "Yeah right, Derek, I'm forced to come to this retched masquerade in a god-awful dress. Lovely isn't really the word I would use to describe this, here." Nope, she wasn't going to make this any easier on herself. The whole night ahead of her and all she was doing was being a hindrance to herself and others, perhaps if she just went with the flow, things could be just a little better, right? Wrong. It was her life. Her messed up, and stupid life. A mother who was over a hundred, believe it or not, a father who used to be King of the Lytran only to destroy it all, a younger sister murdered by her father, and all leading up to having to put up with the Krosa leadership. There were some perks though, Anastasie for one, she was one of the few that Vivian could actually bare to stand. Cassidy? The woman was more fun than anyone she'd known, especially her way of decorating her room, beyond fun. Shaking her head to cease the laughter in her eyes, Vivian stood, turning the direction of her body towards her mentor. "You can't tell me that there wasn't some odd, and insane reason that you actually wanted to come. At least admit that I'm right so I can at least have humor for the night, being stuck here and all." WORD COUNT: four-oh-seven TAGGED: masquerade ball NOTES: Was aiming for the minimum, -shakes head- Didn't work as I planned XD [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[Rowan Jezebel Amber.]

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I'm on the outside, looking down What do I see? So much of this cold, in the ground Where would i be? On the outside, looking down Cover me before you go So it's goodbye again The night seemed to be turning out just fine, even as she sat on the stool while her hair was in the curling iron. The curls were full of volume even before she had left the house with Peter telling her something about it being a bad idea, but then again Peter was always worrying about her as if she didn't know how to handle herself. Rowan never really understood why Peter seemed to care. It was his fault she was who she was. She just needed to get a better control over the beast and she wasn't getting help from Peter. Her dress was a strapless purple black dress with platform glitter satin peep toe heels. She couldn't get any better than that. She wore a silver amethyst swirl heart, but she had been careful with the necklace and had painted clear nail polish over it to avoid the silver content of the necklace. Her mask matched her attire even the purple nail polish that covered her finger nails. Her blond curls rested on her shoulders as she left the house to head to the casino. Walking into the party, Rowan looked around her blue gray eyes peeked out behind her mask as she moved along the crowd. She hardly knew anyone here, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself. If no one knew who she was, it wouldn't be hard to blend in with the crowd while trying to figure out who everyone was. It allowed her to stay hidden unless someone met her and pulled the mask off to see who she was. She may have been a lone werewolf, but it didn't mean she didn't want to know anyone. Rowan just had a weird way of trying to start a conversation up. She was shy and quiet, but she wanted to be able to do something with herself with others, but she didn't know how to bring it out without running off for safety. She needed to get out of her comfort zone and by coming the party it seemed like she could do just that. If only there was something to catch her attention as she looked around the room.

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[derek]

Though he wasn't about to admit it for the sake of keeping his head, laughing did suit her. It just brightened her up. Not that she was necessarily a tempered or sad person like he was. "Yeah right, Derek, I'm forced to come to this retched masquerade in a god-awful dress. Lovely isn't really the word I would use to describe this, here." She really didn't take compliments well then. Derek just raised a questioning eyebrow, stepping back politely as she stood up herself to face him properly. Standing up though, she was just as well-dressed as before.

"Well from where I'm standing, it looks good on you. Has quite a few boys turning their attention across here too." Letting his face fall into a small smirk, he took a sip of his drink, glancing across the crowded dance floor and once again to Anastasie. God he was going to have to shoot himself if he kept looking at her. But he couldn't help it. The knowledge that she may be his daughter had his curiosity caught completely. But, he could focus on that later. He needed to stay tuned in, especially as Vivian spoke again.

"You can't tell me that there wasn't some odd, and insane reason that you actually wanted to come. At least admit that I'm right so I can at least have humor for the night, being stuck here and all." Snorting, he lifted his glass, giving a small nod of his head. "Do I look like the type who'd enjoy these things? If by right, you mean I was dragged here against my will, you'd be completely correct. Captain's orders unfortunately." Making a face, he finally managed to pick out his brother within the crowd, sending the older wolf and glare. "It would help if Ed would actually stay close enough so there's someone decent to talk to."

Looking back to Vivian, he finished his glass, mentally promising not to have another before sitting it on a nearby table and reaching up to adjust his mask. Once he was sure it was straight, he offered out a hand. "Well if we're both here, we may as well as be tortured together, maybe I can teach you some ways of tolerating these things. After all, you're going to be one of the best in the end. So, care to dance?"

[Anastasie Elena Vega-Krosa.]

The small bump had Anni wavering more so than the small hit should have caused, but she was dazing in and out throughout the entire event trying to avoid reality as much as possible. "If we ran, do you think he'd chase us?" Her face split into a huge grin behind the mask while she attempted to bite her tongue from laughing to loudly and drawing unwanted attention to herself. Pausing briefly her eyes landed on an older man who seemed to be openly staring at her; emerald eyes narrowed considerably while she growled in a low warning. She didn't like being the center of attention and having people stare at her. With a snort she turned to-ward Maddison; "No..I think he would send someone to do it and deal with it later." She smirked, both woman knowing her father reputation on never getting his own hands dirty, however Anni knew she could get away with more here knowing he wouldn't want to cause a scene.

"How many people do you think I can piss off before your father catches me tonight?" This time she didn't bother to hold back her laugh or even try to cover it up; this was why she loved Maddison so much and was so close. "Knowing you? I would say the entire town." She snickered while throwing her arm around her before letting out a long sigh. "Make sure to piss of enough for me to...I doubt I will be put out of his sight." Her upper lip curled in a slight growl.

[JAMES GRYFFIN CORVENUS.]

This is the world of monsters, and there's no such thing as hiding

Within the crowded casino, in the midst and heart of the bustle of human and wolf alike, an older man stood with a wine glass to his lips, a bright smile shining through the crystal. He was an important kind of man, one adorned in a prim darkly pinstriped suit, a mask resembling that of the opera's own Phantom complimenting his chiseled face. Through the hall masque, he was able to scan the room with his chin high, in an kind of way that shan't be challenged. He was an elder after all, and not just any elder either.. James was the King's right hand man, the second to the throne. If at all, besides Erik and his daughter, James was respected. Or at the very least, he should be. The Ortega didn't so much as spit at his feet. You could say they were on mutual terms with one another - but the Krosa and Ortega of course, weren't likely to get along. Especially when it came to their own royals. James only could roll his eyes and shrug at the thought, setting down his glass on the nearest clothed table around. He wasn't about to let the idea of anyone ruining his fun tonight get in the way.

And then an even brighter smile lit up his face, the glimpse of not just anyone passing by his line of sight from across the room. Even through the mass of people in formal attire and Victorian dress, even through the assortment of masks, James couldn't be more sure that it was her. Especially in the skin-hugging dress she wore - the kind that showed off those long legs of hers. Her heels brought her to a height that was still shorter than his own solid six foot frame, but in a way, he was quite alright with that little fact. Either way, no matter how she dressed - or dressed at all, really - she was his. It had been an agreement for years now. Erik and James had decided that he would marry the daughter to the throne, joining the Corvenus into the royal bloodline to the Krosa reign.

So he strode off to her, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist so she leaned against him. His lips brushed her ear, around that wild and gorgeous red locks that he loved about her. "You look stunning, my love," he whispered. Anni was everything he ever wanted, and oh, did he have plans for them both. After they had wedded, he would retire with honors from his Chief Detective position in the homicide, so he could rule the Krosa fully. In a swift movement, he turned her around so they were facing eachother, whisking her off into the middle of a dance. James couldn't help but smile, although he knew well enough she rejected him. She'll come around soon enough. And so they danced, only until she abruptly pulled away, tilting her head to the side when those eyes of her's caught sight of someone else. "She'll come around," he told himself, "soon enough."

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[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

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Adam was actually starting to get nervous the more he stood in the ball, eyes wondering from face to face. There weren't many things that made Adam uncomfortable, but large crowds just so happened to be one of them. Especially when it seemed like he was standing right in the middle of them. He tapped his foot to the beat of the music, more out of nervous habit then anything else as his blue and brown eye floated around for something to get his mind off the fact that not only was the room filling quickly, but that his sister was standing at the doorway. He had to pass her to get in, it's only a matter of time before she notices that it is him behind the mask. The werewolf sighed, chugging down the rest of his glass of water and placed the cup on one of the silver trays that was being carried around by the waiters. For Bussing, Adam knew (only because he had worked events like this before).

His eyes floated back to the front door where Adam was keeping tabs on Amelia, making sure she didn't get too close to his position. It was easy currently, she still looking for .. whoever it was she was looking for. But Adam's attention was draw to a pair of girls entering the ball, one of them he recognized right away, even through the mask. He would know that familiar brunette hair and tiny figure anywhere, even though the two had only met once before. Poppy. Adam grinned to himself, not having any intentions of seeing her here tonight, but knew she was the perfect distraction from his own social anxiety. He didn't recognize the blond, but Adam could only guess that it was Poppy's sister who he had never met for. He was not a fan of her to say the least. A devilish grin pulled at the corner of his lips as he made his way through the crowd to the two, Poppy struggling with the heels as her sister paraded around with her. It was amusing to watch, it painfully obvious that Poppy wasn't use to the heels. Still, he wanted to make sure that Poppy was the one feeling like a princess, not her god awful sister who actually thought she was.

"Poppy!" he called, catching her attention from a distance as he pushed his way through a few more people to get to her destination. He stopped in front of her, raising his mask for a moment so she could see it was him, though he was sure his eyes gave it away. He placed his hands in his pockets shortly after, standing comfortably. "I'm surprised you haven't fallen yet - you walk better in heels then in converse," he teased lightly. His eyes remained on Poppy, scanning her up and down. She looked ravishing, but he kept his mouth shut. For the moment, anyways. He paid little to no attention to Poppy's sister, which he hoped got under her skin. That was the intention, Adam prepared to go the extra length to piss her off.

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

"Poppy!"

The sound of her name surprised her, causing both her and Linda to turn towards the sound in question. Poppy's eyes searched the sea of masked faces, looking for something familuar or someone coming her way. There was one, who she could tell had one blazing ice colored eye and the other being warm and liquid like freshly made honey. There was only one person that would ever call her name out-- and that one person just happened to be the only person she would EVER look forward to seeing, and there was no hiding her cheerful smile as she pulled her black lace mask up to her forehead, pushing dark brown bangs clear from her face.

As Adam approched the two girls, he lifted his mask to reveal his face. It was just as she remembered, clean cut with boyish charm. He looked great, just like everyone else here, but she prefered his normal attire. It made him more real, something she could get close to. Them being dressed like this was like a dream, and she was Cinderella. Maybe she could lose a shoe and he would try to find her again... "I'm surprised you haven't fallen yet - you walk better in heels then in converse," he told her, bring her out of her fantasy away from a fantasy. Who would of known that they would run into each other here? Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad...

With a bit more of a shyer smile, Poppy looked down at her feet, toenails glittering with silver paint like her dress under the thin black straps-- her feet would be killing her by the end of the night. Beside her, Linda was fluffing up her hair and giving Adam a seductive look-- her pink lips pouty. Poppy looked over to her sister then to Adam as if she was verifying that Linda was actually looking at him-- her cheerful expression fell. "Hiiiiiiiii," Linda purred, "I'm Linda." the blonde girl smiled and took a stance that would show off all of her curves to Adam.

Great... any second now Adam would be looking between Linda and Poppy and wonder-- why did I ever talk to this awkward Russian chick? She's so pathetic compared to her much prettier English sister. Poppy felt like shooting herself. She should of expected this the second she saw Adam coming towards them. His eyes would wander to Linda and it would be like Poppy never existed. It was always like that. She sighed softly and took a half step back, something she usually did to showcase the blonde when she knew she didn't have a chance. It literally felt like there was a huge black cloud hovering over Poppy and just showering heavy rain on her.

This night sucks.