to a midnight show tonight;; {MASQUERADE}

[dully]

rodulphus crawford

Yet in his eyes
All the sadness of the world
Those pleading eyes,
That both threaten and adore

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New Years Eve, possibly one of the worst days on earth. It is a time of celebration, pacts, family, oh… family. The constant click of rough shoes hit the pavement at the street ways. The clicking was constant, and rapidly growing louder as a man came into view. At first one would think he was fairly attractive, with it being night and all but when he neared the light at the lamppost, all thoughts were ceased to still exist. Here was a man, alone on such a holiday. And why? The reasons remained unknown. Still in the shadows he lurked, his face downcast as he continued on his trail. Street’s asphalt is known to be smooth with no potholes even for the Valks, they had a bit of a rough terrain on the roads. Gliding on past the exquisite mansions that rose into the sky, the man grunted softly, showing no enthusiasm.

One would expect at least a little cheer on this holiday, but with this man, no cheer was left in him. All of it had been drained out and thrown away for years now. Even if he seemed to be smiling, it was most likely fake just to show as if he had some normalcy in his stone-cold heart. Though he had no emotion, Rodulphus Crawford was not a complete humbug. No, but ever since around five years ago, he completely transformed from a man of generosity and appeal to one of demise and mockery. And here he trailed on, walking through the streets oh his so called neighborhood. Hell, Dully hardly knew anyone here. Of course he knew the students that attended his school or were in his class but aside from that, nothing and no one.

Fingers outstretched to graze along his chin, lined with a thin amount of stubble. He had been failing at shaving most recently, and when his finger began to feel the flesh it gently grazed over an area of rough, matted skin tangled and decayed. That was his faulty, his scars.

Most of the kids at Valkyrie claimed that Mr. Crawford had a fight with another teacher and killed him. It was said that the other teacher burned him with a torch before falling to his death. Yet another version was said once that he had been in a car when it exploded; the car was rumored to be lined with bombs from his enemy drug merchant. The rumors continued on and on, and even now they continue. Rodulphus has sure heard some bizarre ones such as him making a dragon and taming it before killing the beast, or forcing himself into a tunnel of flames at a circus. The last one had been the closest however. N, he did not get it at a circus but…he did force himself into the roaring hell. There had been a reason though, and that was to save his wife and son from their death! He failed, so he wore his scars and burns in his misery and woe. Not much of the faculty even know where these odd marks came from, but they never approached him on the matter.

The night’s air chilled at his bones as he walked along the street, his face showing clearly in the light, disfigured and contorted. Normally in public, he would at least put on a pair of shades but now, he had been too lazy to do it. The reason? It was simple. New Years was hated by him because it was his birthday, and this year he was turning twenty-nine. Not to mention he was aging but has to celebrate his own birthday all alone, with no one. How cruel is that? But luckily for him he was not purely along. His right hand clutched a large box of Miller Light’s beer. Walking slowly now, a sound caught his ears. A bass was thumping loudly into the night. Oh great, another wacky teen party.

Mr. Crawford’s firm chin twitched at the thought of seeing his students. It was bad enough seeing them every fuckin’ day. All they ever did was call him his hated nickname, Dull Face. If only they knew how he looked the way he did! Letting out a deep sigh, his gray-blue eyes opened to watch ahead as he walked on nearing the estate. Kids were lined up outside, holding glasses in their hands, obviously full of liquor. Rodulphus glanced at his beer and frowned, only the ends of his lips curling. That was his smile, a depressive frown.

It was only when the man was directly in front of the house when he heard a student laugh and point at him. “Holy shit, its Crawford! Hah….and he has some beer. Yeah!” The guy was an old student of his last year, an okay boy but as Mr. Crawford was one to never like anyone, it was simple and easy to shrug the boy away. “I’d suggest you’d back off Mr. Tyson.” The boy froze and headed away. Rodulphus’ voice was deep with a hoarse tinge to it as if he had been…crying? His eyes were glossy as he looked over his shoulder and felt his breath escape his lungs.

Dropping the box to he ground in shock, he saw her. His Emily! She was standing there talking to a girl and a guy, but why would she…wait, that was not his Emily. Deep-gray eyes appeared strained as he focussed on the girl. But…she looked so like her, how. Not aware of himself gazing at the girl he gulped, not hearing some of the kids comments on himself and mainly his beer.

Who was this girl? Why did she look like her, his beloved Emily. Running a hand over his eye, he glanced to her once more, his face showing in the dim light. The cuts on his face shadowed in the starching illumination, his face appearing all the more grotesque. He was caught in a daze. This girl, this young lady had made him have a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while. Hope.

Slowly gaining conscious of his action, he coughed loudly, clearing his throat and eyed those watching him. Not speaking a word, he began to walk straight ahead, heading to his own home. Leaving the beer behind, he hadn’t noticed he dropped it and frankly did not care. Dully had to get away from here, he was being reminded of the things that he wanted gone. Emily’s darling face, her eyes, and that auburn-morning-hazel hair which that girl shared. Tracing a hand through his loose ebony hair, the man breathed in once again, only to render his thoughts.

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[charlie]

Charlie Wood
So kiss me like you did
My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin...
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How did this happen? How did she suddenly go from always with a new guy and always alone to one guy and never alone? But she was happy, as long as it stayed like this. She was just a bit surprised by Charlie McPherson. I mean, she had gone to school with him for a long while, and seen him at parties, spoken to him maybe three or four official times before the night that, you know where it was more than a "hey" in passing. And now... she didn't know, now, he was an extremely important part of her everyday life. It was hard to describe but as of now, she hard a hard time not seeing herself with him. One thing she was worried about happening once they were officially together was her being prone to cheat but she hadn't even felt a single urge to be with anyone else. She still got hit one by guys who assumed McPherson didn't matter. Idiots. Some flings of hers, or should she say ex-flings thought she had only agreed to go out with him because he had given her an ultimatum. And a lot of people she knew thought pretty much the same and she couldn't really say she was surprised, nor that she blamed them. Then again, if she had been a man, instead of being called slut she would have been congratulated as a player and if she had been a man and then settled down into a real relationship, people might have been surprised but they would have accepted it. Unless she was Jason Levesque, but he's like in a league all to his own and she knew. They had gone from meeting to fucking in about... oh eight minutes maybe? Yeah, probably not the best thing to do.

Whatever, that was in the past now. She leaned over the bathroom counter slightly in order to get a better view of her ear as she hooked her earring on. She smiled as she heard the small click of the earring as the back of the small earring clicked. Almost done. She was still barefoot and needed to let her hair down. She had put it up in tiny rollers. She reached up and began to pull them out, one roller at a time, from the lowest ones to the top. She smiled, her hair had come out just as she had wanted it. Yes, Charlie was a girl who liked to take the time to look just a certain way. She had found the perfect material in a rather ugly, super flowing dress and she took that material and with a bit of help from Haley Summers, had turned it into a great dress with, if Charlie was allowed to brag, looked fantastic on her. Now here hair was done, soft curls just above shoulders and she had gotten bangs cut earlier that day(as seen in picture). She pulled the last little roller from her hair and gently shook out the shock. She took a deep breath and ran out of the bathroom with a smile. She pulled open her closet and her smile faded slightly, where are her shoes? Her shoes where'd they go? She groaned slightly, Charlie Mc. was going to be there any moment and she was... well, on her knees with her torso bent close to the floor looking under her bed for her shoes.

"Looking for these?"

Charlie looked up to see her brother Mark standing in the doorway, he wasn't going that night, figures. He was leaning against the wall with her red shoes dangling in his fingers from the slingback straps. She sighed and pushed herself off the ground. "Yes, thank you Mark, where were they?"

"In your closet I took them to see if you would panic, apparently I was right." He said rather nonchalantly.

Charlie just glared at him and grabbed her shoes from his hands as the doorbell rang, "Damn you and your five year old sense of humor." She said looking to Mark. She did her best to fit the shoes onto her feet as she made her way to the door, but Mark had beat her to it. He opened the door to see Charlie Mcpherson standing right outside of it. Charlie smiled slightly from inside the living room, every time she saw him reminded her that for once in her life she had made the smart decision and let him kiss her. She finished getting her shoes on and then stood up straight. She stepped outside of the door, grabbing her small purse and mask on the way, "Sorry to keep you waiting, and I'm even more sorry to keep you waiting when you look this hot" She added with a smirk, stepping closer and kissing him, as she once told him a requirement of their relationship was that she got to kiss him whenever she saw him. He hadn't seemed to have minded.

"ugh god at least wait till I close the door." Mark retorted rolling his eyes slightly.

Charlie smiled and pulled away slightly, leaning inside to grab the door handle, "Night Mark." She said with a smirk as she shut the front door and it was just her and Charlie on the front porch as it was when they first got together officially and the way it should be. "Now where we?"

[faith]

ashley adams
we lock lips & throw the key out
till it slips that i must leave town
our love reaches across oceans
to your beach's lonely notions
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Of course she was trying to impress James, but, she couldn’t help but blush when Anne had mentioned the obviously. Never the less, she always seemed to blush when James was the topic of conversation. Even the mere mention of his name, made her go back to those giddy sophomore year days, when she spent all day and night, thinking of him, and drawing little hearts all over her note book. God, it was so amazing that he was finally back, back to her. Ashley played with her curls, while adorning a cheesy little grin, she kept thinking about James. She felt so lucky to have him back, miracles like this never happened to her. Maybe God, just found it right to reward her for making it through everything that had happened to her recently, or maybe God just felt pity on her, and felt it right to give her something to smile about again, either way, she was completely and utterly grateful.

Laughing Ashley joined in “ Cheers, to the best night, with the best friends, and best dates…pretty much ever” she laughed. Ashley knew Anne was happy to have Oscar as her date, even though she was able to hide it like all hell, Ashley knew her best friend, and she knew she was ecstatic to be with Oscar, she also knew, that Anne was happy with this whole mask scheme too, seeing as she was still slightly uneasy with Oscars reputation. Anne was always like that, and honestly Ashley couldn’t blame her. In high school, reputation was pretty much everything. But Ashley also believed that if you liked someone, you wouldn’t want to hide them. But, she knew Anne would get over it…she was better then that. Or, Ashley thought her best friend was.

Ashley took her friends hand, and hopped down the spiral stair case with her. She was out of it right now, and honestly, couldn’t wait to be outside in James’ arms. The door came open, and there he was, getting out of his car. Ashley couldn’t hold back a smile, she dropped her arms, and mask to her sides. And started towards him. She would give anything to run into his arms right now, but didn’t want to seem to rushed, plus, she knew she was going to have that whole entire night with him. That alone was enough to make her slightly patient. But, the way he looked, at the bottem of the stairs, waiting for her under the moonlight, not running straight to him, had to be one of the hardest things she had ever done. Her smiled grew wider, once reaching him. She reached across her chest, and overlapped her hand, onto his, which lay on her shoulder, with his arm around her neck. “I forgot how great you looked in a suit,” she said. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He really did look amazing, just like he had the many times before when they went to events.

“Ready for starting over?” she repeated the question over to herself. It was such an easy question, but one that took some thinking, for her at least. She was ready to start over with James, but was she really ready to leave everything in the past behind….like Reed. She was resentful towards him, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to start over, without him. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to leave him in her past, just like that. Though she would never admit it, she wasn’t yet over him. Not yet. So, instead she just whispered “I guess, more then anything, I’m ready to pick up, were we left off” And that’s how she would leave her answer, because, that was the most honest one she could think of.

Ashley kissed James on the cheek, and stepped into the car, like she was leaving him, though they were still going to be in the same area, she couldn’t stand to not have him next to her. But, Ashley also, couldn’t stop thinking about James earlier question. Was she ready for starting over, she really wasn’t sure, that’s why, she wasn’t too sure if she was ready to agree with Anne, on being over 2006. She wanted to be, but was she really over it? Was she really over Reed? Well, if she wasn’t, well then, she was going to have to learn to get over him. Because she had James now, and that was all she had ever really wanted.

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[bella]

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6 bottles went down the drain
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There was nothing better than just being in that beautiful mansion and knowing that she belonged. She’d never felt more alive right now. Knowing that nobody but her besties and Bailey knew what she looked like, she felt confident. Sure there was no date for her, but who the hell cared, this was suppose to be a fun night. Maneuvering through the swarms of people, noticables and unnoticables, Bella made her way to what appears to be the ballroom. Maybe tonight there will be some slow dancing for her, but for the mean time all Bella wanted to do was drink to get drunk. Scanning the crowd again, placing her weight on her tippy toes, Bella didn’t recognize any of her friends.

She was starting to hate the idea of a masquerade, yet she loved it all the same. Nobody stared at her or asked her why she left or why she came back. Bella hated those questions because she knew what they all thought when she did leave. But then again, she did love being able to see peoples faces. Biting on her tongue to keep herself from biting her nails, Bella knew she was nervous then. Not seeing Daphne, Anne or Bailey made her feel like she’d be lost in this crowd for the whole night. Getting bumped into a few times, after sorries were exchanged, Bella decided to move on to the front door to see if she could catch them walking in.

Trying to make her way back to the front door, she got definitely flustered and stopped saying sorry to most of the people who rammed into her. Acting like she would have if she had a hangover, Bella started making rude remarks and ramming into people just to get out the ballroom door. After she looped her way around to where she started, she plain just gave up. Bringing her hand up to her hair, Bella felt the curls and smiled, she knew even if nobody knew who she was, she looked good.

”So Anne and Daph didn’t come with you then, how long have you been here?”

The voice of a vaguely familiar female reached her ear. Turning her head, Bella let her nervousness be put aside as she realized who it was, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to find Daph and Anne, but there are so many people here. This whole party is starting to tick me off, especially the amount of people.” Knowing that she found at least someone, and wasn’t lost in the crowd anymore, Bella let her guard down. Admiring Bailey’s mask and her dress, Bella knew why she was chosen to be a trio girl. Seeing how naturally tan Bailey was, Bella knew that she looked albino compared to her, why should she be worried though? Seeing as Bailey fiddled with her clutch, Bella started to wish that Bailey haden’t approached her. Now fiddling with her clutch, Bella looked over toward Bailey and smiled lightly, “Well, I was gonna make my way toward the front door to see if I could catch any of you, but it’s like an overly crowded mall in here. Are there any drinks here you think?” Bella had to ask it, the one thing trio girls had in common were alcohol and they knew their surroundings. She hoped there were drinks, she haden’t come prepared if there weren’t.

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[ashtonkristopher]

ashton kristopher mccoy
You can't hold me back.
I'll fight it.

"Ashton! You have to leave in five minutes if you want to be early! Move it!" The sharp reminder was followed by giggles. Ashton turned around quickly and almost shouted back, but he resisted the temptation. It would only hurt his current situation. Time was flying. Ashton had made sure to wake up at four in the morning on New Year's Eve. He had carefully planned his day. In fact, he continually glanced at his schedule. It currently sat on his desk. His electric blue eyes glanced at his messy scrawl and he read:

4:00 am--wake up
4:15 am--eat breakfast
4:30 am--brush teeth
4:32 am--comb hair
4:33 am--wash face
4:34 am--steal TJ's yoga video
4:36 am--practice yoga
5:36 am--meditate
5:45 am--get under TJ's bed
5:46 am--scare TJ awake

And on and on it went. There wasn't a single important moment left out of Ashton's list. Normally, he wasn't the kind to plan so carefully. Elaine was just... different. That was the only way to put it. However, at the current time of 5:45 pm, twelve hours after he had hidden under TJ's bed, he was rushing to finish getting himself ready. His long blond hair had been trimmed slightly by his mother. He was in too much of a hurry to visit a shop to get it done. However, Ashton had to admit that his mom was amazing with hair. She had done a magnificent job. His electric blue eyes shone brightly under the curtain of white-blond softness, and he gently flicked the hair aside.

He looked at himself through TJ's full length mirror. She thumped her way beside him on her crutches and looked him over. She smiled and shook her head. Her brother couldn't stand wearing black for a whole evening. Therefore, he had chosen a pink jack to put over a white button-up shirt. A white rose bloomed beautifully from it. His white pants were freshly ironed while his white shoes shone from the amount of shining Ashton had done. The junior carefully patted his hair down and flung out his hand to TJ. No words were necessary. She, too, looked beautiful, though she was just staying home. She took hold of his hand and he kissed it before she handed him his mask.

The mask was simple enough. The metallic silver reflected off of everything, yet it made his eyes stand out more than ever. As he gently placed it over his eyes, TJ flattened his hair. She smiled. "Ashton, you look amazing. If I wasn't your sister, I would die to go to the ball with you. I just know Elaine is going to love it." Ashton almost felt tears in his eyes. Knowing that his sister loved him so much was almost more than he could bear. He settled with just smiling and kissing her forehead before trotting down the stairs. His mother really was crying, and his father, with his fiery blue-eyed gaze, stood watching his son with the pride that only a dad can have. Ashton smiled at them all and waved good bye.

After spending a good many hours arguing with his parents, he finally got the use of their nice car. It was a silver Corvette. Ashton smiled at the red rose on the passenger seat next to him, but he laughed when he looked in the back seat. There was a blanket. That, in and of itself, wasn't very funny. The only reason it was was that Ashton had put it there because he only filled the tank of the car half full. That way, if he took her on a joyride, they might break down... And they would need some way to stay warm, right? Ashton really did laugh out loud, but one glance at the clock in the car made him shut up and drive.

As he drove, Ashton hoped that nothing bad would happen. Then he pulled up three houses before Elaine's. He turned into the driveway of that house to wait. He looked at the clock. In bright green digital numbers read 6:12. He had time. He reached into the back and hid the blanket, then he picked up the rose gently. He fingered its stem and one of the velvety petals. It felt cool and smooth against his skin. He glanced at the clock once more. 6:14. This was it. He pulled out, and drove on to her house.

He pulled into the driveway and got out smoothly. He brought the single rose with him and traveled up the walk to the front door. Ashton held his breath as he hit the doorbell. This was the moment he had been waiting for. It seemed to him that he had waited a lifetime for this moment. He just couldn't wait any longer. He was afraid that, the second the door opened, he couldn't restrain himself and he would fling himself into the house. He took one deep breath and waited patiently, fighting all of the temptations that would be downright stupid for the moment.

[Regan Turner]

regan
tomorrow, tomorrow
is another day
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Even though she said 'maybe' Regan always got his way in situations like these. There was no 'maybe' to what he was thinking, only yes. When she took of his mask, he grinned. Everyone else around them were wearing masks that if you took away all the jewels and embellishments, they would all look the same. Regan's on the other hand. Even if you took away all of his stuff, you'd still have this long beak sticking out of it. He did this for laughs and to annoy people which made him satisfied when it annoyed Amberly. This was one thing that you couldn't change, even if she took it off. It was a masquerade ball, he couldn't walk around without a mask on, now could he? Plus, it made him get noticed. He didn't care if there were people looking at him and start whispering to their buddies and pointing to him. "Um, no," he put the mask back on his face when she kissed him, "This is a masked ball. Sadly for the night, this face will have to be covered." And he also didn't care if it aggravated Amberly. Girls usually cramped his style, but if had to put it in terms that amde sense, if he was somehow cramping her style he could just have an equally good amount of time with the next redhead he saw all alone or with a date.

That sounded so playerish, speaking to his girlfriend as if she was some card he could discard when he felt like he used her all up, but he hated relationships, but always found himself in one from time to time. He remembered this one girl he dated in maybe the eighth grade, and she was so obsessive over him after she slapped an ex-boyfriend at one of those middleschool dances because he danced with this other chick. Well, after Regan was trying to be nice to her the next week she was his girlfriend somehow. When the girl was acting far to weird. Regan tried breaking up with her only having her to refuse for him to break up with her. Crazy bitch was what she was. Regan ended up kissing some other girl in front of her, but that's not the point. The point was, you couldn't be in a relationship at all throughout highschool. One; you're nice to a girl- you gain a stalker. Two; what exactly are the chances of any relationship in high school lasting over a year. And three; why do you want to tie yourself down to one person when you should play the field with a lots of girls to narrow down what exactly is 'you type'.

When she said she had to g to the bathroom, he went to go get the drinks. He went over to the table with punch. The red liquid was in a bowl and Regan scooped some of it into two glasses that were provided. He reached into the inside of his vest pocket, and looked to the left, and to the right of him to see if anyone was looking. It looked as if he was one of those kids in the movies that looked like he was up to no good, but tried to smooth it over with the 'nonchalant approach'. Regan looked like he was a even bigger sore thumb with the large beak jutting out from his face. He pulled out his father's old flask, that probably right about...now Seamus would realize that it was missing. Regan unscrewed the cap and poured a little bit in both of their glasses. "'No alcohol in mine'," Regan mimmicked in a low girly voice. "What, are we ten?" he asked to himself. With the glasses so close to the edge of the table, and Regan hovering over it in a bird's mask, he probably looked like he was slipping some date rape drug into the glass.

With hardly any time to spare she was back, and Regan handed her her drink. He took a drink with ease and wondered if she would notice if there was alcohol in it. When she asked what he wanted to do. He chuckled. "I'm sure you know what I want to do." He stepped a little closer to her. "But you are the lady. What do you want to do?" Because, Regan knew what he wanted to do...well, he was going to get in soon enough and might as well let her do whatever.



[sorry this sucks. regan's muse id dying on me. >.<]

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[maximasin]

maximillian sinclaire

Hey Mr. DJ
You gotta' put a record on, yeah
We're gonna' bury this town tonight
We're gonna' dance all night

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Life, how could such a simple phrase hold such a powerful and dignified meaning? This word meant the power source that keeps the world living, it gives source and survival to us all. Not only can it be easily redone, but also taken away. Life is a game. Life is a sin. Life is a crime, so death is the justified punishment. Could it be possible that death was an end to all pain, to all suffering? Even to those who have caused the worst havoc and completed the worst of all sins? This was a doubt in the mind of a single man in the billions of the world.

A light figure stood with his back to the nearest wall, his body facing the full-length mirror before him. As if vanity wasn’t a disgusting act already. The man rose his face, his jaw up in an angle to show the most slender and sleek cheekbones any could see. His face was sallow, with a pale color of almost deathly, white paper. Fingers rose to stroke his cool flesh, his index finger brushing along his chin in an obscuring look. “Damn it. I look like a fucking retard.” His cursed, his lips uttering the violent swears that many would rather not care to listen to. Once his pink ran over his dry, salmon colored lips, he emitted a dark chuckle that resembled the thunderclouds of a great storm. There he was, Maximillian Imago Sinclaire, the lord of disaster and catastrophe. Also known as Maxima Sin or Max in short, this man is the leading asshole of his time. Notorious ladies man, gang leader, back stabber, Max has got it all in good time. Of course with a story like this, he is not always of the lucky sort. Having been shot once, he remembers what it feels like to have a bullet enter your body and to only remember where your own weapon was so you could defend yourself. He remembers the scars on his arms from various knives, oh how he remembers. Nothing left this madman’s brain. This maniac is not one of a crazed mind, but actually a demonic heart that resembles the ashened black shade of a raven’s feather. Mr. Sinclaire has no heart, no emotions, if you give exception to his two buddies Sylar and Jason, or that girl Amberly. They were the only ones he would faintly think of in protection.

Amberly, that was a name that stuck to his mind. Nights before she had been in this very room, with him, minus his clothing right now. How much fun that had been. A large and devilish grin rose to his lips as he thought of the red-headed lady on his couch. Ah, but they were just friends…with benefits. No, he would not use her like he did to the others. Am meant something to him, more than that pure lust feeling. He had grown protective of her, especially after their run-in with Bucket Brains. Oh, how he hated Beckett. That filthy son of a bitch could rot in hell for all he cared…actually, no. He would rather him burn in heaven because ‘he’ would be in hell, and would not like to see that shit-head every day.

Turning his head to the side to examine his face, the man sighed. He felt so disturbed, and slowly he figured out why. His hair was still wet and slicked back. God, that was better. Shifting his fingers through the doused strands, he brushed it out with a comb and smirked. Blonde strands the color of snow fell before his gray-green eyes. Some said that he reminded them of a serpent, both his appearance and his personality. Maximillian took it as a compliment, which meant he was doing what he should in life.

Turning he stepped away from the mirror and to the door that led outside of his sector of his home, and headed down the path to the main house. Walking underneath the oaks and pines, his gaze shifted to the large mansion before him. Home, yeah whatever, more like his prison. Approaching the door after a good ten minutes, he unlocked the door and stepped in, instantly to have his mother throw her arms around her lanky child. “Maxxy, oh my you look so handsome! Just like your father on our f—“ The male sighed and kissed his mother’s forehead respectfully. “I know mom, I know. Just wanted to tell you guys I am going to a party tonight in case you were wondering where I was out.” The woman smiled and raced to the next room, and appeared back with a purse. “That is fantastic, your father is at work so that means I am going to a neighbor’s house for a party. Have fun and what is it the young people say…? Oh yes, keep it smooth dog.” Instead of laughing like most children would do, the boy shook his head and nodded. Approaching the door he waved and left.

That is why he was a loner from his family. Yes he loved them, but they were so annoying and repulsive at times. They never were a family really, just a segment of blood relation. Rolling the cuffs of his suit jacket, the man let out a long sigh. This wasn’t even his best Armani suit, but it would have to do. Emerald marble eyes danced around until they landed on the parking garage. Typing in the code, he watched as the large electronic door rose for access. Stepping in as the lights shone, he grinned. The car or the bike. What a hard choice. Approaching the motorcycle, Maxmillian let a demonic smile broaden on his daunting lips. It had been a year since he rode the bike, why not.

Hopping on, he rolled out of the driveway in a slick and fluid motion. Driving down the streets of the Valks, he turned to the Giovanni Estate, which was not too far from his own. Everyone knew it was good to be fashionably late, but he wanted to be late to the extreme. While coming to a halt on the side of the driveway, he saw a group of girls giggling and blushing at him. Oh joy, already a few freshies fawning over his undeniable good looks. Returning them a simple grin, one gave out a squeal and returned to talking. Maybe the bike had been the right choice.

The man’s strut was slow but sophisticated with an air of, ‘I own the place love’ in it. People littered the path as he went into the main hall and turned into the ballroom. Feeling out of place at the moment, many people eyed him as some weirdo and as some hottie, either way he felt their eyes burning on his body. Walking past many, he saw no one of familiarity, so he leaned against a wall and watched the others under a pair of misguiding eyes.

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[Zackary Holtz]

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Zack smiled slightly as he watched Liz walk off to go mingle or do whatever she did. He had no idea what she was going to do. She had to expect Riley to come. Zack shook his head slightly as he turned and made his way over to the refreshments. Perhaps it was a stroke of brilliant luck he and Emilee ended before they ever really started. Otherwise it might have been him awkwardly trying to fit life together. Zack took a can of Siera Mist from the iced silver bowl. Yes there was champagnes and wines that he could try but this was Zack we were talking about, come on. He wasn't a fancy guy, he was the complete opposite. He has tried the expensive drinks and they are gross... they taste taste like arrogance. If snobbery was a consumable liquid that would be red wine. And of course the word snobbery made him think of people sticking their noses up at others, which made him picture an old british butler in a tux sticking his nose in the air and then watching the nose melt and the man catch it in a wine glass and handing it to a party guest. And even in the Doug styled cartoon his mind pictured this scene in, it was a very disturbing thing to picture. Zack glanced at the servers swiveling through the crowd and had a slightly disgusted look on his face. Gross. Never having wine again after his mind wandered down that road.

But as his eyes followed the waiter, they came upon a figure he definitely recognized. Anne Levesque. Now that was a weird story. She happened to be his ex, yes the beautiful sixteen year old glamour queen and him were together over the summer. They worked well together too, sort of balanced each-other nicely. He remembered when she yielded to letting him be her stylist for a day, god he got her into some hideous clothes. One being an outfit made of orange camouflage. Another being a broken emerald green and cherry red. It was quite entertaining. It was a good day and she even had fun wearing horrific outfits. Zack smiled slightly at the memory but turned away seeing a women speak to him. She commented on how she was glad to see someone over the age of 19. Zack laughed slightly, "Heh yeah, but better outnumbered then non-existent right?" He said with a grin to the girl. He didn't recognize her although there was something familiar. He could tell she was very pretty though. Zack looked up to see a rather flustered looking Riley, distinguishable even though he wore a rather impressive silver mask, making his way over, "Ah- excuse me just one moment won't you?" He asked the girl holding up a finger as if to say one moment.

With that Zack stepped away from her for a moment and towards Riley as riley called his name, "Yeah hey Riley, what's up?" He asked as is he didn't know. "So...do you know where she is?" Zack glanced down at the ground and scratched his brow before glancing around the room, "Yeah she's around here, we just got here." Zack replied, he took a deep breath slightly and let out a nervous laugh, "She was just at our place, I told you I was giving her a ride tonight right?" He asked. Zack had but he hadn't mentioned that she was meeting over at the Turner/Holtz apartment. Riley had probably assumed that Liz was going to be picked up by Zack. Zack shrugged, "She is around here though, went to find some people, short tan dress, teal and tan butterfly mask. Basic stuff... that is if you really want to talk to her... " He paused again, not quite sure what to say.


((Done and sucky, I know Sorry))

[Bailey Mitchell]

Bailey Mitchell
Write me off, give up on me
Cause darling, what did you expect
I'm just off a lost cause
a long shot, don't even take this bet.

Bailey was reveling with the new feeling of anonymity that the ball had given her. She hadn't felt this since - forever, It seemed she was always in the social spot light, back in Australia and now here. Not that it bothered her of course. But tonight the feeling of blending in and being just one of the crowd was something she rarely got, and she appreciated it alot.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to find Daph and Anne, but there are so many people here. This whole party is starting to tick me off, especially the amount of people.”
Letting out a sigh she quirked a brow at Bella’s comment and laughed "I can imagine, pushy shovey crowds aren't my thing at all" Bailey let out a grimace, and frowned as a young giggly couple shoved past her, honestly the nerve of them! They looked tipsy to, oh how Bailey wished she was drunk right now too. It was pathetic that all she could do was drink to have fun now - well not have fun necessarily but forget. Forget about her cheating Father who turned up on the door step at Christmas and her socialite Mother who was just as bad as Bailey when it came to drinking.

“Well, I was going to make my way toward the front door to see if I could catch any of you, but it’s like an overly crowded mall in here. Are there any drinks here you think?”

Bailey let out a small giggle at this comment, and held up her clutch shaking it slightly at Bella "Come on Bella - at least one of us was bound to bring alcohol" Ah, yes the infamous BAD trio or was it BBAD now? Bailey didn't know, what she did know was the four girls where infamous for their drinking and partying ways and tonight wouldn't be an exception. Bailey turned and looked for a clear path to maneuver outside so she could take a drink, really it wasn't classy to stand in the middle of a ball room drinking from a flask.

Looking back at Bella, Bailey gestured towards the entrance with her clutch free hand. She would of grabbed onto the girls hand or linked arms with her to lead her out, but in all honesty the two weren't really friends and more tolerated each other for the sake of their best friends. Though the two B's had been the talk of teenager population and the center of some very nasty rumors. It was to expected being part of Valkyrie's elite and Bailey had stopped caring a long time ago, if people wanted to talk she let them, It was a very 'let them eat cake' motive because the more they talked the more notorious the 'BBAD' trio quad became.

Feeling the cool air hit her face as she stepped outside, Bailey walked around a corner of the mansion still looking back to make sure Bella hadn't been lost in the crowd. Opening her clutch Bailey pulled out the silver flask tucking the clutch under her arm as she unscrewed it, the smell of bourbon filling her nostrils. "Its' only bourbon, I uh - ran out of vodka" she stated lamely taking a drink before holding it out to Bella, coughing slightly.

[DONE!]

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[Mystery O'Brian]

Mystery O'Brian
gonna dance a blue streak
around my living room
take a chance on love
and try how it feels

Mystery stood back from the crowd, soaking up the sound of the music and the energy of the room. It was nice, really. Better than being at home, where the energy was in a constant state of...Well...Bad. Her uncle was either yelling at Thomas or pretending that he was always nice, which was really just as wrong. The air was always so tense, especially when her aunt wasn't home. That was generally when Thomas and Mystery would hide out in her room, talking or something. If they couldn't do that, then they just left the house. But tonight, her aunt and uncle had left for some big party, which was why Mystery really didn't feel too bad about leaving Thomas alone at her house.

"Excuse me, would you like to dance?" Mystery gave a small jump as a voice could be heard next to her. Turning her head, she smiled at the boy that was standing next to her. She believed that he was in her math class and possibly a year older than she was. Smiling, she nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."

[/b] The boy extended a hand to her, and she took it, letting him lead her onto the dance floor. As the next song started, Mystery let herself relax and just dance with the guy. He really wasn't that bad, but then again, Mystery also knew that he smelled strongly of alcohol and pot. Great, freshman were already starting to do drugs and stupid shit like that. Why was it that people felt that they needed to do things like that? None of it had ever made sense to her, and she wasn't about to start now.

Seperating from her partner as soon as the song was over, Mystery blinked slightly, feeling a little dizzy from being crowded on the dance floor. There were more people dancing now. Pushing the boy's hand away as he offered her another dance, she squeezed her way between two couples and wove through the remaining people. Being here wasn't a good idea, apparently. Too many people, and although it was a large house, it really was too small of a space. Either that, or the people on the dance floor were just too close together. That was a large possibility, concidering that, although this was supposed to be a ball, people were trying to get as close to each other as possible. Never having had a taste for dancing that close to someone, Mystery didn't really get into dancing, but mostly fed off the excitement of the night.

Stumbling to the outside of the crowd, Mystery allowed herself to take a deep breath to try and calm her shaking muscles. People looked at her strangely as they made their way past, but in the mostly open air, she quickly regained her stature and stopped most of the dizzyness. Sighing, she made her way towards the door slowly. Maybe it was time to go. Its not like she was having much of a good time anyways. Besides, her shoes, while absolutely adorable, were starting to kill her feet. She really just wanted to be back at home with Thomas, watching the end of Cinderella and eating various candies and ice cream. Spending New Years there was just as good, if not better, than spending it here with a bunch of people she didn't know.

The thing with people was that they didn't really pay much attention to where they were going. Along with the fact that there were many people around, it was inevitable that someone would run into her at just the right angle to knock her over. An elbow met her side, sending her staggering sideways. Not only did her shoes hurt, but they were very bad at keeping balance. Probably why she was propelled into a wall. Well, not a wall, really, because someone was standing on the wall where she had stumbled in to. Catching herself, Mystery blushed in embarrasment, looking up at whoever it was that had saved her from going face first into the hard wall. Oh god, of course, it had to be some attractive, probably senior, guy.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Mystery dropped her arm that she had used to catch herself, laughing in a slightly nervous manner. "Oh my...I am so sorry..." She said, glancing over her shoulder and wondering slightly why people were looking so shocked at this guy. "People don't really pay attention to where they're going tonight, I guess." Folding her arms in a slightly nervous manner, she looked up at the boy in front of her, wondering what his reaction would be. Most would probably just leave her standing there, or in most cases she might just walk away. But for now, she didn't really trust her balance; she was still dizzy from traveling through the people. Then again, she wouldn't really be hurt if he laughed at her and walked away. Running into people wasn't exactly the most graceful way to meet someone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

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She was late; she knew that much. She had been in her dorm, debating whether or not to come, for a good half hour before she actually struck up the nerve. This wasn't her preferred background; that much was clear from the nervous, unsure look she held on her face and in her stance, and the way her lips were compressed together. Biting the lower of the two, she looked around. She didn't know anyway... Or, rather, if she did, she didn't recognize them behind the masks.

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[Laura Stillings]

xx
Laura, Faden and Jordin
"Confused Kids"
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A rare laugh came from Laura's lips as she spun away from Talan. She had went over to Luke and him for a little to chat and ended up on the dance floor with Talan. It wasn't a big deal, they were just having a good time. It wasn't like it was a slow or heated dance. It was just for fun but the chemistry was rather simple to see due to them laughing and joking around. She pulled away as the song ended and grinned, "I've got to find Faden and get something to drink, I'll see you in a bit okay?" She said with a bit of laughter as it faded. Okay so she liked spending time with Talan but he was with Chloe and she... she wasn't with anyone, nor did she want to be. But she would be lying if she didn't feel a bit of a dedication to Ben, despite her avoiding him. Laura and Ben had been through a fair amount, from him punching his sister accidently, to his sister's heart problems the night of cotillion to that kiss in Vegas. She shouldn't think about it. Tonight was for fun after all.

Before she knew it her good friend Jordin Ames had linked arms with her as they walked through the crowd. Jordin smiled down at her friend, Laura's height always amused her. Jordin had thought she herself was tiny at 5'6" but compared to Laura's 5'3" she was extremely tall. "So I think I saw your other boy toy wander in" Jordin stated as they walked arm in arm. Jordin had always been able to fool around and tease with Laura. Perhaps it was because she knew for certain that she and Laura would stay friends. They had been since they were children although Laura moved directly here from Milwaukee, Jordin bounced around a bit before she got dumped in Valkyrie. After her mother decided Jordin was too much to handle she went to stay with her aunt in Boston for a good stay, but that aunt hated her. So then Jordin was sent to Seattle to live with her other aunt((married to Zack's uncle)) and stayed there for a few years before she got accepted into Valkyrie Academy and moving into the dorms here. She should be settled her at least until she graduates from high school.

Laura glared at her slightly, "How come you're soft spoken with everyone in the world apart from me?" She asked with a fake pout.

"Because I know you'll forgive me" Jordin replied grinning, glancing around the room... yes she was scanning for Adrian. But all she could see of most guys were their hair and Adrian has short brown hair. Soft short brown hair that was fun to run fingers through but still, there were a lot of guys with short brown hair. She turned back to Laura for a moment, "And I know you'll forgive me if I jet about to look for a few people."

"Oh you mean your boy toy?" Laura responded with a smirk.

"Yeah I deserved that." Jordin said with a nod before patting Laura on the shoulder and walking into the crowd again.

Laura smiled slightly as she watched the back of Jordin's very blond head disappear behind countless other bodies. She sighed slightly, slowly turning her head to face forward again and she spotted him, standing next to the drinks, straining his neck in search of her, a lost look in his eyes. Laura walked over to him, coming up on his right and nudging him with her elbow, gently.

Eric Faden had in fact been standing next to the drinks, straining his neck in search of her, a lost look in his eyes, in search for Emilia Demtra but at this moment he was only to happy to be nudged slightly and to turn around and see his best friends standing next to him. He grinned and spun her into a hug, picking her up slightly, yeah he needed a friend. "Hey you!" He was happy to see a friendly face. I mean here he was at a party that sure he was allowed to be there but it definitely was not directed to him or any of the shaks kids, many of the popular wealthy kings and queens of the school didn't recognize him but a few that had been able to tell by the fact that all the glitter on his black mask was glued on by some foster kids instead of being hand-made in Italy and shipped over. He set her down after a moment and grinned down at her through her mask. "You look amazing, I didn't know you owned a dress."

Laura laughed, "Yeah I don't." She replied with a grin before taking a good breath and looking her best friend up and down. "Lookin' pretty sharp yourself Fades but why the glum look in your eyes?" She asked. If her was allowed to worry about her and pry into her business she was allowed to do the same.

"Just worried about being able to Fix what happened with Emilia." He replied with a small shrugg.

"Wait.. what? Something's up with you two?"

Faden nodded and took Laura's hand leading her out to the dance floor. He put his hand around her waist and took her hand in his other and explained as they danced, swaying to the music what had happened with the pictures and then Amanda and Luke and their schemes. And how he had seen Luke kissing Emilia. Laura simply stayed silent as he explained, staring intently at a small freckle on his neck. She couldn't see Emilia kissing luke back, although she saw it as hard to see Emilia letting Luke get close enough to kiss her even for a moment. And again, Laura found it hard to see Emilia drinking let alone actually being drunk. As Laura shook her head slightly Faden could feel her hair gently brushing his chin, god she was short he thought, not being able to control it. "I had no idea, you tell me nothing, I mean I knew about the pictures but you didn't tell Emilia? Oh-" Laura pulled her head back to look him in the eyes, "Will she be mad about us dancing?"

Faden rolled his eyes and laughed slightly, "I'm pretty sure both Emilia and Ben know there's nothing between us."

"And Ben wasn't part of that question."

"I was just saying, in case part of you wondered." He said with a small smile, after all they were dancing fairly close to one another. But still, completely platonic.

Laura smiled as the circled slightly and then when the song ended they just changed into a hug. "It'll be fine okay, I know you." She whispered into his ear before walking away and towards the drinks. So friend fun and friend drama but so far no Laura drama. Perhaps god was giving her a night away.

Faden was left solitary in the middle of the dance floor as the music began and a people paired up and were dancing again. He didn't dance, he did nothing but watch for her. Yes she was in a mask but he had a feeling he could find her. And then he saw her across the room. He was 98% sure it was her, an angel in blue. He took a deep breath and made his way through the crowd, having to duck a few times before he came up to her. Closer up her could tell it was her, the graceful neckline, strong yet feminine jaw and her adorable small mouth that when she smiled the whole room felt brighter. He put his hands into his suit jackets pockets and faced her, "Hey" was all he could think of to say at first. He let another moment pass before adding, "I'm glad you came... we should talk."

((for the record, since Leah had to take a break, we assumed she wouldn't mind us godmoding the small amount in order to let us continue))

[Daphne Hayes]

daphne.
finally free to be who i want to be
who that is? i don't really care
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Within the first five minutes of her standing in the enormous foyer of her friend, Paolo Giovanni's house, she was amazed. There were so many people there that it would be nearly impossible for her to find Anne, Bailey, or Bella. Well...half her didn't want to deal with trio drama tonight. Or, were they a quad now? It was all something that they could just deal with next year. Though the longer you put something off, the bigger a problem it became. Or so her sister, Diem, said.

Diem...that day she found out her little sister was heading to Boston to go to this film school. It took Daphne by surprise. Her father and Diem had been doing this all behind her back and today they dropped the bomb. It made Daphne extremely sad. Diem was leaving, Chanel was leaving. All her family was leaving and she wouldn't have anyone left. There were some things she just couldn't tell even her best friends, but she told them to Chanel and Diem. Now her top two confidants were going to the east coast and Daphne was staying here. Damn, she was feeling a little bit alone right about now.

It took her about fifteen minutes to get into the recreational room. She never realized how many students went to Valkyrie up until now. She knew Paolo's house was very big and it was decorated like those houses you only saw furnished in those Eurpoean realestate websites. Only Daphne would know because she always wished that she could live in a house like that, but she was living in a small two bedroom house. Compared to this house, it was a shed. Her backyard was the beach, and that pretty much was the only asset it had. Daphne should just be in the dorms, but with Diem up there, she really didn't want to leave him alone. It haf been fifteen years and he still wasn't over her. Her mother, that is. Sure, sometimes her father was out of town for business, but if that were her, she'd hate to come home to an empty house. Now with Diem leaving, her father would be even more alone. These past weeks had been an emotional trip for her since she'd been crashing everywhere but home. Anne's, Diem and Hannah's, even up at Chanel's. She was an avoider that was for sure, and now that the cat was out of the bag, her father was more upset that she didn't tell him about what had happened with Jason. Diem was right though. The day she confronted Daphne about how he'd find out eventually was true, the next day he did and told her to tell someone. Psh, that was probably as worse as reliving the whole expierence again. No, thank you. It was mad enough that she was drunk enough to tell Amanda, and then the bitch to go and tell everyone. She didn't feel like getting Jason more pissed off at her. It would all blow over, she just needed to...not draw attention to herself. Not that she was doing to well in that department.

The young alcoholic was able to locate the bar as soon as she got there. The smell of alcohol was like designer perfume to her nose. She wasn't sure if there was even going to be alcohol at this party, because something this big might stir the attention of the cops, as much as they were MIA most of the time anyway. Then again, Paolo's father's lawyer was this huge hard-ass and seemed to make things go away whenever it involved Paolo and his brother getting in trouble. There was a a bartender that was behind the bar. He noticed Daphne approaching and pointed to her, "What would you like, miss?" Daphne's twisted her mouth in deep concentration. She really didn't know. She shrugged and he nodded, "You have those days." Or, you have those years, she wanted to say but kept her mouth shut. Her mask was beginning to get itchy but she kept it on as she just situated it more on her face. He slid her something in a glass and she took it. She turned back around to face the dance floor. So...masquerade balls weren't exactly as fun as she thought they would be. She didn't know where all her friends were so she couldn't see them and say 'hey'.

"Did you hear what happened to Daphne?"

But, maybe there were advantages to having a mask on. Daphne looked over at a boy and a girl trying to whisper but failing miserably. "Yeah. The stupid bitch got raped." Daphne swallowed hard and turned her head to the couple. "Well, it's not like she wasn't asking for it. Who the fuck rejects Jason Levesque?" Daphne rolled her lips together and didn't know what to do. It's not like she would actually wittness someone talking behind her back. She knew it happened, but it hurt a lot more when you were standing right there. She was the stupid bitch that got raped. That was so cold that standing outside would be warmer. Fuck this shit. She was over this entire thing. Holding her drink close to her, Daphne pushed this time outside the room and into the hallway. She found a door and opened it, dissapearing behind it before anyone would have noticed her leaving.

As dark as it was outside, there were lights along the pathways leading to the gardens that lit the small patio up. There was a bench and Daphne somewhat collasped on it. The sound of the ocean could be heard, crashing against the cliff the masnion was on top of. Tears filled in her eyes and she put the drink to her lips, taking a long swallow.

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[Oscar Lyon]

lyon.
the end's not near, it's here
hallelujah, spread the cheer

Oscar never had been to a party quite like this. He never was invited to these things anyway. So what if you lived in the same neighborhood as half the kids did. It didn't even matter fi you were the richest kid in Valkyrie. If you weren't 'popular' or even known in the 'in' crowd, wealth meant nothing for your reputation. It never really bothered Oscar anyway. He wasn't the kid that always wanted to be in that type of crowd. No way. It's not like he would go off to college going 'I was the popular kid that always made homecoming and prom king, and on the side, I hooked up with as many girls that looked my way and got wasted every weekend at the parties I threw for me and my buds.' Heh, no. No one is going to give a rat's ass on how you ruled your school back in highschool.

But, dating one of the a-listers of Valkyrie...it was like some joe-schmo dating some Hollywood actress. Some people might look at them going 'who the hell is he?' half of the nerdy comic geek was wondering when Anne was just going to go 'ew, lyon?' and drop him faster than her last seasons' designer boots, or something like that. She's probably go find Princeton. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? Not that Oscar had ever met him. But, he did have to give this mystery man some credit. If it wasn't for him; Oscar & Anne wouldn't have gone to homecoming together, as awkward as it was. Ahh, but homecoming was just a stepping stone to what had followed. And that all led up to this very moment with Anne coming out of the house and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"You look so beautiful tonight, Anne," he said with an 'Oscar Lyon goofy smile original.' Oscar looked over at Ashley, "You too Ash," he gave her a smile. It wasn't neccessarily weird for him. But Ashley was one of his friends' lover? Girlfriend? Wife? Ex-something or another? Oscar knew it was none of his business and Ashley was his friend too. But, that whole situation was more confusing than the entire three months of Oscar and Anne. And the whole Reed, James, and Ashley situation started less than a week ago. Messed uppp.

"So," Oscar started as they all got back into the car. "Without souding like a complete unintelligent Valkyrie native, what exactly do we do at parties like these?" Poor, cute, Oscar. That's good his academic smarts and sarcastic wit made up for his cluelessness on the Valkyrie nightlife. He needed to get out more. He couldn't learn everything by playing computer games like The Sims 2. You can't blurr out butts in the real life, because if you could, Oscar would be pretty sure a lot of the parties would be on big blur.

[asldjg8e7r3hafh. <---- that made more sense than my post.]

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[Coco Lehoux]

coco lehoux
so this is the new year and i have no
resolutions for self assigned penance
december 31st 2007 ; evening
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It didn't occur to Coco, until about an hour into dancing with stable boy at the Ball, that she wasn't going to get him easily. Let's rewind to before she made this astonishing realization. Coco had entered and found the delicious masked man whom she recognized by his features that not even a mask could hide. They danced the modern way - grinding against one another and letting the music take control of their hips. It was one of the many things Coco Lehoux enjoyed - the mysterious darkness of dancing with almost a complete stranger, while in knowledge that you'll soon be getting to know him better. Without, let's just say, the mask. However, it was the times when he asked if he could get her a drink, when he started asking to talk about herself, or when he talked about horses or his family. To say the least, whenever Coco was getting closer, it was simply going farther. And after realizing that her normal tactics would not work, she soon got creative.

What was one thing that could drive anyone crazy and make them pull a Anne & Oscar version Homecoming? Oh yes, Coco knew about that, she was the one that had seen it all. Disgusting, really. But she knew that sensation, and it included the color verde. Any guesses? Oh yes, jealousy. But whom would help her in such a committing crime that would send her and stable boy straight to her bed covers? As she took a slow sip of the drink, which she had chosen a sexy martini, she saw a familiar tall man and bushy eyebrowed gentleman. Xavier Street - poppa bear. It was perfect. He was dashing, she had good connections and she knew he'd do anything for her. He was her best friend after all. But whom was he with? Oh yes, Brianna Malinda. The girl that drove Jason out of town besides Anne, although she did give the blonde kudos for being one of the many few conquests that actually stood out to Jason.

"Be right back.." Coco said in an evil, coy and almost sinister voice to stable boy as she marched over to Sylar, pushing over a couple whom were making out right on the dance floor. That would be Coco very soon. Sylar had always been reasonably taller than herself, but it would work. "Look Sylar, I need to make this quick." She said upon approaching him. "I'm not getting what I want, and I need it fast. Follow along, alright?" Coco said, as she glanced at Brianna. "Hello." I'm about to kiss your date now. She thought to herself, and oh man, if you could cackle in your thoughts, Coco Lehoux would be cackling. Grabbing both sides of Sylar's face, she pushed her lips towards his and gave him a long lasting kiss. But hey, why not make it more fun? Sliding in her tongue for a minute or two, she ended it. Slowly, she made sure stable boy had seen it, and as planned, stable boy had. He looked flustered - well good.

"Thank you, poppa bear. You're a good kisser." Coco gave him a wink, as she looked at Brianna. "Have a goodnight you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.." She then muttered under her breath. "Which isn't much." And how true it was. For at that moment, she knew right then and there. She had broken the lock for stable boy, and within the countdown of New Years eve, she'd be screaming out pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

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