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Post by tuna on Mar 15, 2010 19:45:27 GMT -5
Capulet Manor's Costume Ball
Welcome to the Capulet Manor's Costume Ball, held by Lord and Lady Capulet, in honor of their daughter, Juliet Capulet. There are several rooms in this house for your partying convenience. Please add the code below the description of the room you are in to each of your posts. And please don't forget this is a costume ball, so please don't forget your costume. To make it easier on new people coming to talk to your character, please add a paragraph of description on how you are dressed or a picture of your costume for each post. Please use the code below for that.[size=0][b]:Costume:[/b]
[url]insert link to image here, or your description of your outfit[/url][/size] The Minor Areas The Front Lawn:
It is about two acres of beautiful grass and a bit of forest area with a winding road leading up to the manor cutting right through it.
[color=green]Find me on the front lawn.[/color] The Foyer:The room one enters as soon as they open the front door. It is smaller room with dark hardwood floors and the walls are covered in a filigree red wallpaper. A very large glass chandelier hangs from the high ceilings. The room is pretty bare in terms of furniture except for two small gold velvet chairs. Here you can take a left to go into the large dinning room, or take a right to visit a bathroom. Straight will take you into the kitchen, but that is off limits to the guests. [color=red]Find me in the foyer.[/color]The Bathrooms:
There are two on the bottom level for guest's convenience. One can be found off the foyer, and the other off the dining room. However, they are decorated exactly the same. Inside the bathroom, you will find a red velvet couch and a beautiful ivory marble pedestal sink underneath a ornately gold framed mirror. The floor is a beautiful ivory marble, with the convenience of a heat grid underneath to battle away the cold. The walls are painted in a simple cream paint. The toilet flushes automatically, so don't worry about touching it.
[color=pink]Find me in the bathroom.[/color] The Major Areas  The Dining Room:Dinner is served in this room. It is a standard four course meal, with a salad, then a soup of your choice. Afterward, a Filet Mignon will be served as the main course, with a stuffed bell pepper as a side course. Cinnamon ice cream with petits fours will be served as the dessert. Feel free to ask any of the servers for a poison of your choice, or visit the bar in the right corner, if sitting at a table and eating dinner isn't your idea of a good time. [color=Purple]Find me in the dining room.[/color] The Ballroom:This is the expansive, restored ballroom. In addition to the fancy glass chandelier and beautiful gold plated wall details, the floor is of the same ivory marble that can be found in the bathrooms. In the far right corner of the room, from entering through the dinning room, you will see a string quartet, a grand piano and accompanying pianist. There is also a small bar located in here for guests convenience. You can find an exit near the back left of the room that will take you out to the backyard. [color=Yellow]Find me in the ballroom.[/color] The Pool and Backyard:Close family friends, and those with a knack for sneaking about, may find themselves out in the beautiful backyard area and pool. You can also find a bar out here, however it is unmanned and self-serve. The pool is heated and lit, for the option of a night swim. However, few would dare to take a plunge in while in their costumes. Lady Capulet would throw quite a fit if she found anyone in there tonight. [color=blue]Find me in the pool area. [/color] |
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Post by tuna on Apr 2, 2010 16:07:49 GMT -5
Juliet was hiding in the bathroom. As usual. She was terribly shy of new people and very soon there were going to be hordes of them in her humble abode. She wished sincerely that her parents weren't such show-offy social butterflies. Crowds made her uncomfortable. New people made her more uncomfortable. And tonight, she had to deal with both. She pinched her cheeks softly, and then patted them, putting another coat of lip balm on. Then she reached up and gently tousled her beautiful blond curls. They were piled up on her head in a braided and bun fashion. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She loved her outfit. It wasn't slutty or hideous. It was fitting. For her. "Juliet! Get out here! The guest are about to arrive and you're going to be here to greet them!" Lady Capulet shrilled out in the foyer. Juliet sighed deeply, opening the door to the bathroom and stepping out to find only Ivor in the foyer. She looked at him, inquisitive. Ivor knew that look well and answered her question before the words had even left her lips. "She went to go get a martini," he answered, winking at her. Juliet giggled. Ivor was such a sweetheart. She hugged him gently and then looked up at him. "Are you ready for the masses to pour in?" she asked. He only nodded, and then opened the door for her, ready to greet the first guest. |
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Post by philosopher on Apr 2, 2010 19:21:44 GMT -5
Costume; He enters masked,
Entered through the front lawn/Find me in the foyer. With the collar of his red dress-coat pushed high and the chin of his mask pulled low, Holmes crept into the grounds of the Capulet manor for the second time. He crossed through the centre of the gardens, the hem of his thin shirt blowing loose under his richly red coat and his head replete of ideas. Finding himself alone, he began to rearrange both his mind and his wig. Under new obligations Holmes was attending, having received the invitation from young miss Juliet not long ago. Now, Holmes had heard the announcement of a ball with a bountiful supply of contentment. He loved a good party, and regarded them with a fanatical gleam in his eyes. The man didn't need need an explanation to party, and the minute it turned evening he bolted a taxi for the manor. 'Remember what you're here for, old boy.' He uttered as he ascended the stone pebbledash stairs. Steadily, he re-shuffled his priorities - duty first, free alcohol second. He had to remember he was an employee of the Capulets now, and this was an opportunity to discover - every guest would be under his determined eye. It was important to be coherent - and sober.
Stealthily the hall keeper ushered him in, and from there Holmes found himself without any other human presence. Playing at self-command, he began to pace the room, having a brief browse at the walls that gave him some earnest. In a whim to pass time before being greeted by the host, he never stopped pacing. He had grown a chill from the evening air and a mini stroll did good at warming his blood and gave some zest to his spirit. A loud clank of the foyer door decided to bring him to a full stop, and at length he glanced over his shoulder. The harlequin-like mask grinning wickedly. |
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Post by ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER on Apr 2, 2010 20:41:14 GMT -5
:Costume:Dress | MaskShe enters masked. Find me in the foyer.
Éponine's head hurt, but in an amazing, incredible way. Azelma would never believe where she was right now! Never in a million years had Éponine thought that stealing a bit of antibacterial soap off of a maintenance cart and a taking a shower would end up with her walking into one of the grandest places she had ever seen. Even when she'd been a child, she had never imagined coming to a place as marvelous as this. And she was dressed nicely, too! She was cleaner that she'd been in eight years; Romeo's servants had seen to that. She'd forgotten what it felt like to be clean. Sure, she was still noticeably thin and her bones stuck out in strange places, but everything else seemed to make up for that.
When Romeo had taken her shopping, she had needed to keep herself from cringing at the money she was spending on the dress and mask. That kind of money could buy her food for six months. Maybe she could get away with selling it after the ball. She'd been really careful when choosing a dress and had not tried on any that might expose her scar. She realized when shopping that it was in a very inconvenient place, stretched across her chest. It had taken some time, but she'd finally been able to find a dress that would give her enough coverage. The last thing she wanted at the ball was to be asked questions pertaining to where she'd gotten such an ugly mark. The mask had been important, too. She was thankful it was a costume ball, because she didn't want anyone to recognize her. What if she had stolen one of their wallets before? That would just be bad.
So many thoughts were whirling through Éponine's mind that she wasn't sure what to make of them. She had literally never seen such a beautiful manor. Her elaborate mask thankfully covered her gaping mouth and she walked with Romeo into the manor. When she'd been alone getting ready, she had tried to fix her accent so she wouldn't sound so strange among the elite. Her voice wasn't particularly appealing on its own. She tried to emphasize the French in her accent, so that it would sound like she had an excuse for having such poor English. If she could get away with it, maybe she would speak mostly in French, or not at all. She didn't want her throaty voice to blow her cover. Even Romeo didn't know her real social status, though he might have guessed. She just wanted to have one night if she could. Then she could sell off all her new belongings and maybe have something to live off of for a while. It would just be a memory, like a lovely dream. She hoped there would be food. Her stomach growled, but it was such a normal feeling for her that she hardly noticed it.
She entered the manor with Romeo and felt suddenly very insecure. Everyone probably knew that she was a fake, just by looking at her! She knew this wasn't true, but it definitely felt like it. It didn't help that she couldn't really see anyone's faces. Then again, they couldn't see hers, either. She fully intended to keep her mask on all night if she could get away with it. She knew Romeo probably wouldn't like it, especially when he introduced her to this friend of his, but that was his problem. She paused when Romeo paused, and looked at what appeared to be the hostess. She tried to smile but then remembered that her face was hidden by the mask. Under her dress she crossed her ankles and felt where she'd tucked a tiny little knife into the straps of her shoes. She didn't feel safe without a knife. It was one of the habits she'd developed living on the streets. Romeo gestured to her. She cleared her throat. "Erm ... bonjour. Je m'appelle Nina Jondrette." This was the alias she had used with Romeo and now these people. No one needed to know who she really was. Her real identity did not matter here.
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Apr 2, 2010 20:48:41 GMT -5
If Monte Cristo had had his way, he might have arrived at the ball in a black horse-drawn carriage, or something equally eye-catching and outrageous. He might also have chosen to wear something more ornate and ridiculously expensive. As it was, however, he was laying low. The New York Times had gotten wind of his arrival, and had run with it. The number of people he had contacting him for various reasons, now both business-related and personal, had tripled, nearly quadrupled, in the space of a week. Apparently, a fortune made a man very popular.
He arrived in a black sedan instead. A black suit, moderately expensive, fit his tall and slender form perfectly, and his dress shoes squeaked with newness as he stepped out of the car. He was already familiar with the entrance to the Capulets' manor, having visited not long before on an invitation to dinner.
Monte Cristo pulled his mask over his face. It was only an eye mask; something about the way full face masks muffled his voice bothered Monte Cristo. In any case, he could certainly appreciate the irony in his wearing one. He wore a costume and mask regularly, in a figurative sense, when presenting himself as the personage Monte Cristo. Beneath this mask, that was who he was; and beneath that, he was still just Edmond Dantès, albeit far less naive and even more successful.
Upon knocking, he was greeted by the guard at the door, and let into the foyer. The first person he noticed in that particular area was a man dressed in an ornate red period costume and a Venetian mask with a painted-on smile. There were also two others, a young woman in a beautiful black gown and mask, and a young man whom he thought he recognized as Romeo. The young woman introduced herself, in French, no less.
"Good evening," Monte Cristo said pleasantly, guessing that these were all fellow guests. If so, Monte Cristo felt a bit under-dressed. Nevertheless, he bowed deeply, especially to the young woman, to whom he replied, "Bonsoir, mademoiselle. Je suis le Comte de Monte Cristo."
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Post by JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU on Apr 3, 2010 8:20:03 GMT -5
:Costume:
costume Mask
maskPolynesia
www.lostandfound.ie/pics/186355_blue-and-gold-macaw_Large.jpgFind me in the foyer. Doolittle hadn't wanted to come to the to the ball. In fact he had almost thrown the invitation away. But unfortunately for his work schedule Polynesia had talked him into coming. So here he was, With Polynesia perched on his shoulder. He then saw someone he assumed to be the hostess. He walked over to one of the windows and gazed outside. Polynesia addressed the assumed Hostess. " This is certainly a nice house and that is a lovely outfit you're wearing today. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Polynesia and my escort her, is Dr. John Doolittle, PHd " Doolittle turned his head to the parrot. "Polynesia please. Your starting to make me regret taking you." "At least you don't regret coming." "I regretted coming about an hour ago. But hopefully I will be able to enjoy myself and regret regretting coming to the party." The parrot turned back to the lady in the blue gown and said in a gossiping tone. "I hope you'll excuse the Doctor, he isn't used to society,or social engagements." "Yes I'm sorry you had to over hear our little spat. Now if you'll excuse me." Blushing John hurried away to try and lose himself by mingling with the few people that had already arrived.
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Post by hamlet on Apr 3, 2010 11:18:53 GMT -5
Harry stepped out of the limo, taking in the sight of Capulet manor. There was only one reason why he anticipated this event and that was seeing Ophelia there. Otherwise, he would have much rather laid low, especially when the media was on his tail about his little "incident" at the museum. Harry was content to suffer through the "interesting" conversations he would surely have about it. He was also content to risk that his co-workers and other executives from Hamlet Enterprises would show up. He was content with all of this because he just wanted to show Ophelia a good time. Harry adjusted his jacket and fedora before heading into the foyer. He took a moment to assess who was here. He saw Monte Cristo, a business genius and CEO of Monte Cristo Investments. It took him a while to put two and two together, for his mask made it hard to recognize him. Harry remembered his father referenced his company quite a few times when it came to teaching him the inner workings of business management. But most importantly, so far he didn't see Ophelia. He had to admit he was, almost irrationally, disappointed. After all, Harry went and extra step to convince her to come to this ball. He sent her a few texts stating things like, "Costume coming up. Going?" He wasn't sure if she actually would go and he never formally asked her on a date for fear her family would go insane about it. But it was quite clear, however, Harry wanted her to be there. As a final push he sent her an email saying "You wouldn't leave me by myself at that ball, now would you? Don't you think I've been through enough crazy social events without a woman like you keep me sane?" But yet, she wasn't here. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, a mood of melancholy swept over him, yet no one would see as the fedora rim covered his eyes. He was about to move over to the wall to attempt to network with Monte Cristo when a man with a parrot cut through his path to the wall. Luckily he stopped before they crashed into each other. Harry stopped and paused for a moment, however at the parrot because if his ears heard right, that parrot was talking extremely eloquently just a moment ago. "Hey, I'm sorry." He said for the near collision. He grinned and looked at the man perplexed. "...I'm curious, how long did it take for you to train that parrot?" He paused and offered his hand for a handshake as an after thought. "Harry Chandler. Sorry, I couldn't help but ask. Looks like you're a really talented trainer." As he waited for a response, Harry periodically glanced at the door with some fleeting hope that Ophelia would make an appearance. |
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Post by erin on Apr 3, 2010 11:44:32 GMT -5
She was running late to the ball and she knew it. Ophelia knew with every fiber of her being that she was late. It wasn't her fault though, she had never once been to something so formal and elegant and full of the rich and powerful high class socialites of New York. Ophelia was only middle class and did not quite belong at such an event. However, practically everyone was invited and if you were a smart person, you would not object and that was exactly why Ophelia had bought a dress, heels, a mask, and the whole shebang. There was not a chance she would be caught dead at the ball with Harry Chandler looking like a ragamuffin. Her normal scarlet waves were traded with prominent curls piled on top of her head in a bun with a few strands displaced here and there. The enchanting blue eyes she had were lined in brown, the central accent of the night, and then had a slight luster on the eyelids, making them appear brighter. With nails painted a silky shade of chocolate, and lips glossed slightly, Ophelia felt beautiful. Her elaborately beaded dress of white with brown was fitting and made her curves more noticeable. The young lovestruck college student was gone and the beautiful, ivory skinned woman was unveiled. With one swift movement, she grabbed her mask and headed to grab a cab. As she arrived, she paid quickly and stepped out carefully, placing the mask over her face before heading into the foyer. Everyone appeared to be there as well. Miss Juliet Capulet looked stunning her her blue dress with gold accents, as Mr. Moreau surely seemed pleased with his own work. But there was one person she was looking forward to seeing this evening and that was none other than Harry. Her eyes went from corner to corner of the foyer, as she knew he was bound to be there. Curse the masks and the crowds of people. "Excuse me." Ophelia would smile while trying to make her way around people. "Pardon me." She would add once more. Still, she couldn't seem to find him at all. Had he not yet made his appearance at the ball? Surely not seeing as practically the whole city was there. She was after all the one who was late so how could he not be there? Then as she was about to give up, she noticed the familiar face she had grown accustomed to underneath the brim of a fedora. She smiled to herself as she made her way through the crowd to come face to face with him. |
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Post by romeo on Apr 3, 2010 13:13:33 GMT -5
Romeo had long anticipated this evening and was quite eager to search for his maiden in question yet he masked his excitement as best he could, having the ever fiery Nina Jondrette clasped to his arm while entering the foyer Romeo was truly amazed with Oscer and his legion of butlers who had transformed miss Jondrette into a stunning and beautiful woman, Mercutio was sure to be dazzled that much was certain. Looking at his companion he could tell she was nervous maybe slightly uncomfortable but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Romeo let brief laughter escape his breath and greeted his companion with a smile "Truly there is nothing to fear...we Nobles are really just glorified beings with egos to match....but we're not monsters (laughter)...be sure to bow promptly during introductions and pay heed to your posture...like so (corrects her pose) you'll be fine, should you want to leave raise two fingers ok? ill come rescue you from a depths of old senators and their war stories long past..."
Senator Montague was unable to attend tonight's ball due to illness but Romeo knew the real reason for his fathers absence, it was no secret that the Montagues and Capulets have been feuding houses for generations....smiles masked their ambitions yet one stare from lord Capulet to Senator Montague and all was made clear within a simple glance. Romeo had counted his blessings for not seeing Tybault recently he was sure Benvolio had something to do with that yet it was only suspicion at best. caught in his thoughts Romeo was feeling a tad light headed from a the crowded room of the rich and famous, He noticed the hier to Hamlet Enterprises was greeted by a mob of photographers along with the famed Monte Cristo, Romeo grabbed a glass of wine from an on coming servant and raised a glass to Monte Cristo as he put on the mask he'd strived to acquire two nights prior...the count was surprisingly a good man not like other nobles Romeo was accustomed to meeting. Romeo was preoccupied introducing Nina to various people yet he was eager to introduce Mercutio to Nina the two were so alike in many ways...he also waved to Dolittle from the beach a few days back he and his bird were quite a duo...."If you'd excuse me a moment I need some air" as Romeo makes his way to the rest room he splashes some water on his face exits after a few moments and gazes at a beautiful aquarium
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Post by sasha on Apr 3, 2010 14:27:49 GMT -5
Elissa Purcell hadn't been to such a function in over a year, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't at all intimidated by the prospect of being amongst such a large gathering of people. She was sure that at least a few of the guests would have known about her recent...situation. Even though she'd managed to keep the story away from the press, rumour spread quickly through the high and elite classes. No print was necessary for people to know that her divorce almost sent her over the railing of the George Washington Bridge. Being the Senator's daughter turned socialite she was, however, it was a necessity to keep up appearances. She'd heard the names of various people attending this event; they were familiar only because of their rung on the social ladder, and she had never really met any of them. Such thoughts swam around in her head as the black Mercedes pulled up to the manor. Social appearance, social appearance, social appearance, she chanted in her mind like a mantra as she put her mask on. Hopefully, it'd conceal her identity for a while. Her plans were to stay away from the crowds, but she would talk to someone when addressed. It was only common courtesy, and she still maintained said courtesy. Father had taught her well, after all. Then again, he was a politician, and everything was about reputation and appearance. Whatever the reason, it had rubbed off on her. When the car came to a halt, she said to her driver, "George, I think I'll be here for a few hours. I have my phone with me. Do you want me to bring anything out to you? A bottle of wine or something?" George replied, "That won't be necessary, Ms. Purcell. Thank you for offering, though. I appreciate it. Just give me a call when you're ready.""All right, then," Elissa responded, opening the car door. She was going to bring him something, anyway. He had become a friend over the years, so she at least wanted to give him a gift as a token of her appreciation. "I'll see you later." Seeing the soft lights shine into the night, she stopped to stare at the manor. It reminded her of the estate she had shared with Sychaeus in Portland. She felt a pang in her heart, but she quickly shoved all thoughts of her first husband aside. Tonight was a night to be enjoyed, or, at least, a night which she should attempt to enjoy. That was the hard part. After showing her invitation to the doorkeeper, she entered the elaborate foyer. It was decorated with the finest taste, but it was also very inviting. Passing a mirror in the entryway, she noticed that she actually looked pretty. It had been a while since she thought of herself as a thing of beauty. Her dress was vintage 1930s, and her hair was swept up in an elaborate updo, both reminiscent of Roman style. She wore a simple silver half mask, and her red lips stood out like rubies. Ever the jewelry fanatic, she wore a Victorian diamond necklace. Immediately after, she scuffled to a corner of the room, still not at all eager to interact with other people. She'd be shocked if someone came up to her. So there she was, holding her clutch in her slender hands, looking around the room half-heartedly. |
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 3, 2010 15:19:13 GMT -5
Time to get this party started. Now that James was here, it could officially begin! Faustus made his way confidently into the foyer, loving what he was seeing. Living large, living large, living large. Press, limos, high rollers, celebrities, all in one place. He couldn't get enough of it. He got word that this whole sha-bang was for this one chick--Juliet Capulet. He wasnt exactly sure why this whole ting was being thrown exactly...was it her birthday? Did she pass a test? Did she loose her virginity? Seriously, what was the big deal about her? But Faustus wasn't complaining, he was already having a good time because he knew he was looking good. Yes he was pimped out, it was a costume ball after all. But he was fly with it. All these other guys, especially that Chandler dude he read about in the papers...no contest. That chick he was with though, on the other hand... Oooo wee, he decided to stop while he was ahead. Though he wasn't opposed to snagging a woman who was involved. I mean, if you got it, you got it. Looking around, Faustus knew, despite whatever Juliet's deal was, the girl had it good. Who ever snags her would be inheriting nothing short of a fortune. And...wait a minute. James suddenly thought of something very intriguing. He didn't get a chance to entertain the thought when he was interrupted by a waiter approaching him with wine glasses. He grinned, and took one. This was getting better better. Now where was the caviar? He spotted a woman over younger in a Roman inspired gown and he couldn't help but smile. The girls here were fine. And the party is just getting started...he had a lot of smooth talking and flirting to do tonight. Its tough but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. He gripped the cane by its neck and coolly made his way over to the corner of the room, a slight lean in his step. "Hey, what you doing all the way over here by yourself?" He asked giving one of his signature grins. "There's wine, there's people, and you lookin' good, what's the matter?" He took a sip of his drink and remembered he should introduce himself. He leaned over to set his cane against the wall next to her and extended his hand. "Sorry, forgot to tell you who exactly you're talkin' to. My name's James Faustus. You know many people here?" |
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Post by tuna on Apr 3, 2010 15:22:33 GMT -5
Juliet smiled at each of the guest as they entered, nodding and smiling a much as she possibly could. She hated this job. Her mother knew it and that's why she made her do it. Ridiculous. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze as she greeted people, and Ivor seemed to notice this. He shooed her off to the party, saying not a word. She nodded, and stumbled her way into the dining room, standing back by a rather large saltwater aquarium that was inserted in the wall between the foyer and dining. The beautiful tangs were swimming in circles as they chased each other and she smiled. she pulled her mask off to the top of her head. And then she noticed him. The mysterious man in the black and silver mask. She couldn't believe it. She blinked several times to actually make sure he was there. She smiled softly, waiting for him for notice her. Perhaps she wouldn't. Perhaps it wouldn't be the him. And who was even him? She reached up and waved gently, meekly. She knew she looked like a weirdo, but she was unsure of how to even approach him. [/color] |
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Post by christine on Apr 3, 2010 18:10:35 GMT -5
:Costume: Christine's Act 2 Dress [/size] Find me on the front lawn./ Find me in the dining room.---------------------------------------------- After finishing getting ready for Juliet's party, she headed out side of her apartment and got into a taxi. Telling them where to go. Once she arrived, she took out her invitation out of her purse, Christine looked about her surroundings. Stepping out of the car, she made her away across the lawn, and then entered in.
A man stood by the door. He asked for her invitation and she handed it to him. Her eyes were widened and she was amazed on how beautiful the manor was. Christine made her way to the dining room. As she entered she remained silent and looked for her name upon the table. Placing her hand upon the tables. Everything was all very beautiful and she gazed around the room.
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Post by ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER on Apr 3, 2010 19:16:51 GMT -5
:Costume:Dress | MaskShe enters masked. Find me in the foyer.
Éponine's eyes were shining, not that anyone could tell behind her mask. She was so thankful to have it, otherwise anyone would be able to tell of her modest - snort - roots from her amazed look. But no, the face they saw remained intriguingly placid and calm, so no one would be the wiser about what Éponine was really feeling. No one needed to know who she really was, because in twelve hours it wouldn't matter. No one needed to know that her father was in prison and that she didn't have a roof over her head. If she were smart, Éponine might try to get away with a couple of valuables to sell and live off of, but her dress and mask might be enough. She wouldn't need the dress after tonight, anyway. Besides, stealing from this place would be like stealing from a dream, or a charity, and Éponine only ever stole out of need, not because she actually liked doing it.
Éponine was not a fool, either. She knew that she was only here because Romeo had needed some arm candy and she had happened to show up in the sports arena when he was there. It was luck, nothing more. She fully expected to wake up tomorrow under a bridge, if Romeo bid her goodnight at the door instead of giving her a place to stay for the night. She didn't expect anything more, since honestly she knew very little about him. Why should he bless her with any more than he'd already given her? He didn't know that this dress was the most expensive thing she'd seen in her life or that the meal served at this ball would be the largest she'd had in eight years. She fully intended to keep that secret. She didn't want her real life to ruin this fake life that she could live for one night. Tomorrow she could go back to scrounging in trash cans. Tonight she could dine in style.
With this in mind, she wasn't the least remorseful about giving a false name both to Romeo and the hostess. Nina Jondrette was an often used alias by Éponine. Jondrette was a surname her father had briefly adopted when begging for money under the guise of a struggling artist. Unfortunately, New York was a city that stood on the backs of struggling artists, so it had not been a fruitful venue. Still, Jondrette was a handy surname to use and Éponine took advantage of that. It was still French, so she wouldn't have to explain her accent, and Nina was not a far jump from her real name. Nina Jondrette rolled off her tongue as easily and without hesitation just as her real name did. When one wandered the streets of New York, an identity could be one's most valuable possession. Besides, it was already a costume ball. Was she really doing any more than anyone else?
Éponine turned in surprise as someone addressed her in French. It had been so long since someone had actually spoken French back to her! She was so much more comfortable using that language, since she hadn't started learning English until she was almost ten. She could still call herself fluent in English, but sometimes she still found herself grasping for words. Trying to remember Romeo's advice, she dipped her body in what resembled a curtsy in response to the gentleman's bow. He was a count? She had never met anyone like a count before! Then again, she'd never set foot in a manor before, either. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, monsieur. Je suis Nina Jondrette," she replied. Perhaps she'd start speaking English later. But unlike her English, her French was unaccented and not nearly as abrasive to the ears as her English.
She hoped she was doing all right. Even though she felt that she didn't owe that much to Romeo, since she'd only met him last night, she still wanted to do him the courtesy of not embarrassing him. Behind her mask, she frowned slightly when she saw him duck away. Hopefully he was only going to the bathroom and would be back soon. She suddenly felt very exposed. She checked the security of her knife at her ankle just to give her peace of mind. She really had no intention of using it tonight, but she didn't go anywhere without a knife and the ball would be no exception.
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