Who: Everyone! Even the grouches :D
When: Friday Evening
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph/action/whatever you like
What: Masquerade Par-tay!
Warnings: None...yet.
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park was lit up by lights and of course the stars that night. Tents were pitched up where refreshments and food were served. Tables and chairs were scattered throughout the space and
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She'd considered killing the shopgirl until her eyes had been caught by that piece.
A sign?
Maybe.
So close now as she passes them - some here and some there - a smattering of faces that she recognizes from the network, some that she's spoke to briefly. Some that she's spoke to at length.
Some she's hurled curses at with pride and fury and a smile.
Ah, look. There's one now.]
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She's wearing a mask, a simple purple one and is in the guise of one of Queen Titania's fairy servants, Peaseblossom. She is clumsier than some of the other guests. Her hair starts at turquoise but morphs into a glittering mess of magenta and amethyst hues at the end. It's not a wig, not even a high-priced one. The hair is Tonks herself.
When the music ends, she steps away from her dance partner. Briefly, she glances towards Remus. She smiles slightly but doesn't approach him. Truthfully, the last dance had left her feeling slightly parched and she wanted something to drink. She's not a clingy date. She can give him a bit of space.
She starts to walk towards the refreshment tent and passes by an elegant woman wearing green. ]
Excuse me.
[ Tonks says, for no other reason than politeness and how close she passes by her.
She should not have been so polite. ]
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As she turns her head (she pays particular attention to the orchestra and her expression seems to shift subtly beneath her mask to follow the music) a bleach of bone sits in high and clean and white within the upswept waves of her hair. Each bone placed with the utmost care so that it still (mostly) resembles the face of the direwolf it belonged to.]
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[sup, lust. let's stand next to each other and be totally hot together.]
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[Another sip and now her glass is empty. She doesn't move to refill it right away, instead watching the crowd. Actually she's watching Scar watch Mei, but whatever. And then she's watching Remus.
In the hot chick corner, totally.]
I made the mask myself.
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You do have the potential to move forward from this; the only person holding you back is yourself.
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What are you doing, Irrie-chan?
[She looks on in mild interest, a few chocolate cookies in one hand that she is slowly eating.]
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I am supposed to hit this ball.
[Oh, look. She hit it. There it goes. She'll watch it for a moment before smiling down (an actual smile) at Yachiru.]
Hm. Now then...
...you sound very familiar. And I do know a girl with hair almost just like yours, but it appears you're a kitten.
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You know, most cats have collars with bells on them so you can hear them coming. Think we should put one on this little kitty?
[He offered them both his plate of food; it was piled high with more goodies than he could count, but he was a gentleman. He knew how to share.] Whatcha doing?
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Ah...! What do you want to do first Shiro-chan?
[ Almost wobbling in her heels, she attempts to steady herself, then moves to hook arms with Hitsugaya it will be easier to drag him around this way. ]
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That doesn't mean he has to look happy about being here. And his costume is basically limited to one simple ice blue mask, because he really finds the whole idea of disguising himself to be imbecilic: anyone who saw his hair and height would know who he was within seconds anyways]
How about leave?
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[ She will not be swayed by his determination to be a buzz-kill grouch, smiling lightly she steers them in the direction of the refreshment table. ]
Maybe some champagne will cheer you up...?
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[He at least lets himself be steered, because he's not about to lose her in this crowd. He eyes the refreshment table skeptically, however, and closes his eye to reply haughtily:]
Matsumoto drinks enough for three people in my Company, which means I don't.
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Her figure is more filled out, looking much more like an adult woman than the child she normally chooses to appear as, wearing a red dress in a style that makes her think of Alice's odd Wonderland. Though she's come tonight with no pantyhose and ankle-high buttoned boots instead of her usual Mary Janes, Rhode still feels just as cute as ever, and she doubts there will be a hard time finding people to troll bother chit-chat with~
She smiles brightly and tips her plain black top hat to everyone who passes by. ]
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Good evening, Miss. Would you care for a glass of wine?
[He offers her a tray from which she can take a flute of champagne or red wine.]
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Rhode practically beams at him, obviously enjoying herself. ]
Why thank you, Mister Butler! Are you having one yourself?
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[It just wouldn't be appropriate. He gives her a measured smile instead.]
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