Who: Wesker and whoever joins him.
When: Tonight
Where: the Ball
Rating: TBA
Warnings: none at the moment
Summary: Everyone's least favourite person decides to attend the ball.
The last person anyone wanted to show up was Albert Wesker. That was probably why he did show up, moving among the crowd like a ghost. His sunglasses were off, his eyes blue instead of their usual fiery crimson. It was odd seeing this way after so long. Instead of the speed at which he saw things, Wesker was seeing as normal people did.
It was disconcerting, and he had decided that he didn't like it.
Taking a place by the wall, Wesker flicked a piece of non-existant dust from his jacket. Like everyone else, he was dressed in a suit, the same one he had come here with. It had been washed repeatedly, pressed as best he could with what he had. It had come out looking pretty decent in his opinion. His blond hair had grown a little longer since his coming here, something he was going to take advantage of soon enough.
Everything was going as planned so far. Just a few more days, and he could begin.