(OPEN) Capulet Manor Costume Ball|(Fast paced)

[IRENE ADLER]

:Costume:
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Find me on the front lawn. Find me in the foyer.

Irene entered the ball room, wearing a long silk red dress that showed her very volumptuous figure, she was waiting for her boss to come as usual he was her date for the night. But how long would that last until he found a more fair beauty to accompany him. This was the one thing that she hated the most about her boss , he was a womanizer , and also a charmer, and when it came to her well lets just say that no man could touch her unless she slipped away and out into the masses.

Feeling a hand slip behind her and pull her in, she smiled and saw Archibald hold her close , he was really showing her off was he not now. Well it was to bad because she was not really going to have any of it, she was not his toy to show, and how everything was and the crowds that where coming in she could really easily with no problem at all slip away.

Seeing a waiter with a few glasses of drinks she took one and sipped on it, she really was not the drinking girl but on this occasion, she would let herself be eased by the subtance. Nurnsing it she looked around and started to see a few faces and some not so new , this was an interesting ball to be in but there where others who where more dressed for the occasion like the man who was dressed in red and had a very beaiutiful but odd mask.

Pulling away from Archibalds company she slid into the crowd as she noticed faustus and smiled walking over to him, " hmm its so nice to see you here.. " she said snickering remembering how she had stolen his keys. as she licked her lower lip and continued nursing her drink.

[THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO]

:Costume:
Suit/Mask
Find me in the foyer./Find me in the dining room.

The foyer was quickly filling with guests. This was a good sign in Monte Cristo's eyes, because it meant everyone was punctual, and Monte Cristo favored punctual people. Juliet appeared and headed into the dining room, so Monte Cristo decided to follow suit. First, he observed the other guests- a man with a talking macaw and a pimp stood out- who waited and also looked around or socialized with each other.

A movement caught his eyes. A woman passed him on her way to the dining room. He did not see her face, and even if he had, it probably would have been covered with a mask. Still, he thought he recognized the woman's shape, posture, and overall aura. If he was correct, she was Christine, whom he had met in the Botanical Gardens not long before. She was alone; surely, he thought, her husband would have escorted her. Perhaps he was busy, held up by work or something similar. That was a shame. He resolved to say hello to her before the night was through- though he would have to remember to use the name Edward.

He also noticed a man who had also been a victim of the New York Times' curiosity. Harry Chandler was in the crowd, dressed in a pinstripe suit and fedora, unmasked. The young man was currently speaking to the man with the bird, so Monte Cristo refrained from approaching him for the moment.

A soft voice speaking French met his ear, and he looked back at the young woman, Nina Jordette. She seemed surprised and pleased to be speaking to someone in French- if her eyes, the only part of her face visible through the mask, were any indication. She was small and probably very young.

He frowned slightly, and only for a fleeting moment. He thought she had entered with Romeo, but Romeo was now nowhere to be found. While he understood that Romeo was attending the ball for other reasons, it was still fairly rude to leave one's date alone in the foyer. Monte Cristo would have to mention that later.

The frown disappeared, replaced with a brilliant smile. Her curtsy was a bit sloppy, but hardly anyone knew how to curtsy properly these days, and it was good enough in Monte Cristo's book that she had tried.

"Enchanté de vous connaître, Mademoiselle Nina. Ça va ?" he asked, taking a very slight step toward the dining room. He would not offer her his arm at the moment, for she was still someone's date, and such a gesture would be rude to both of them. However, he did gesture for her to come along into the dining room as a few other guests were doing. Something about her posture told him that she was feeling a bit lost in all the grandeur.

[romeo]

As Romeo indulged in the festive atmosphere he was slightly taken back by all who attended, so many interesting faces were about including the man in Red who to Romeo's surprise seemed ever so familiar there was also two elegant woman who had entered the manor one of which he had met at the beach. To be honest Romeo began feeling a sudden emptiness...what if his mysterious wonder had forgotten about this evening? she had left so fast like a fleeting memory never to be forgotten and always remembered...she may have simply mistaken his words for jest, Romeo brushed his bangs from his face to shake such thoughts from his mind as he turned to view the grand aquarium that faced his back.

Beautiful exotic fish encompassed the glass covering most of the view, Romeo was captivated by the multitude of colors that reflected from the various fish and an assortment of rare coral. He leaned forward and followed the graceful ripples with his child like gaze. Through a thin arc of coral stone Romeo noticed gorgeous eyes peering through the glass shell, frozen Romeo removed his mask in amazement for it was her, the woman he'd often dreamed of these last few nights the woman who had driven him to such destiny was truly before his eyes...he had so much to say yet failed to find the words to express the stir of emotion within his soul, he simply followed her gaze exchanging silent sweet smiles as the creatures of the sea danced to her innocent gestures...Romeo teased softly with slight kiss like motions as if lost in time.

Romeo could hear the echos of his name as guests searched for him, he had not meant to be a drift so long as a a friend clasped his arm Romeo could not bring his eyes to break free from hers he longed to chase her as a mob of guests surround her...

[sasha]

:Costume:
Dress|Hair (sans brooch)|Mask (Top Right)|Necklace|Clutch
Find me in the foyer.

Elissa hadn't even been standing in that corner for five minutes, and she had already been approached by another party goer. And she thought that she had hardly attracted any attention...

Apparently not. The man who approached her was literally the definition of "tall, dark, and handsome." Of course, she didn't care about that anymore, but she wondered, why me? Surely, he had better things to do than talk to a lonely wall flower (a wall flower by choice, if we're being honest). Though, if that were the case, he wouldn't be here, and she wouldn't be completely confused. Talking to men was difficult to her for fear of opening up and getting hurt. She'd promised to never fall in love again after Sychaeus was murdered, and then along came Aeneas, throwing that whole promise out the window. This man in his strange pimp costume was not going to get more than cordial conversation, and she'd make sure of it.

Did he just flirt with me? she wondered, staring at him as though he had three heads. Had she been a normal human being, she would have flirted right back, but she looked at him with narrowed eyes and a mouth slightly agape. "If you say so," she dryly remarked to his comment about her appearance. She closed her mouth, her jaw firmly set as he introduced himself. He should have done that first. Maybe she'd be less put off had he done so. Although his first impression on her wasn't the best, she didn't yet walk away. Part of her wanted human interaction despite her thoughts telling her otherwise.

"Elissa Purcell." She didn't bother shaking his hand. To answer his question, she added, "I don't know anyone here except for their names. You only hear about them in the Times, I dunno, fifty times per week. How about you?"

[yolanda7g]

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Costume: Pimpin' all over the world
Cane:...instead of a mask
Find me in the foyer.
And heeere we go!
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James looked at her, eyebrows up in a expression that said, So you just gonna leave me hanging like that?

Apparently.

Faustus grinned as he retracted his hand. Girl must have some social issues. He needed to change his strategy or something. Usually Faustus would go for the girls that look like they've had several years go by without some kind of action...ya know, as a FAVOR. He remember that one blond chick he met at the club who was dancing by herself...she had some serious issues. Maybe she was destined to be alone. Sad really.

Anyway. This girl, Elissa...seemed a little more receptive. He gave him a name at least. A name he could work with.

Faustus opened up his mouth to respond when this girl, Irene, came up to him.


Damn.


"Bust a cap in her ass!" The bad angel shouted in his ear.

Faustus uninvoluntarily gasped at the sound, his eyes wide, which could be misinterpreted as a reaction to Irene's sudden appearance. Thinking quickly, Faustus took that interpretation and ran with it.

"Shit girl!" Faustus said, flinching a bit and looking at her. "You can't be just sneakin up on people like that. And let me tell you, it ain't nice to see you."

To Elissa, he said, "Better hold on to your purse, that chick is crazy."

To Irene again, "And don't be messin with me okay? They didn't do a security check up in here, you don't know what I got hidden under this coat alright? I'll knock you out, I ain't playin with you." Of course he was referring to his loud, large white fur coat. Pimpin'.

Great. And these damn angels were back.

Why now? he asked them in his head. Go somewhere! I ain't got time for this!

[IRENE ADLER]

:Costume:
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Find me on the front lawn. Find me in the foyer.

Irene laughed and covered her mouth whipping her tears away when she saw Faustus reaction it was only laughable , he was making a fool on himself.

" I can sneak on whoever I want, and for your information that info is secret, its not like you did not have a go at my body when you could , hell you ever offered sex..." she replied bluntly and smiled.

Oh how she loved to torture people, and she was not afraid of making a scene and to know what was under that pinp coat, she was actually not afraid even of just stealing some of his things, for all that she cared she could just sneak up pet and flirt, and then ooopsy missing wallet.

But for today and today only she would behave like a lady , and also Archibald werever he was would definatly scold her if she got out of line.

Leaning in on her leg , she shaked the champagne glass and licked her lower lip wondering if he even knew what she had under her garments, but her red dress could not be damaged either.

" You know you got a big mouth and your reputation as well as your attitude don't seem to fit into the gala.. and how in the world did you even get invited. "she teased and brushed her hair out of her face.

[queenmab]

Costume
Roman Attire Baby
Maskie
Meet me in the ballroom.
It is totally goin' down.

Mercutio stumbled fiendishly across the ballroom floor, glass in hand, laughing at nothing in particular. The cape of his gold Roman get up dragged on the floor slightly as he moved to the beat and his maskie hanged around his neck so he wouldn't feel quite so suffocated. The music was pumping, the infectious beat feeling like odd vibrations in his heart, but certainly good ones. As what would be suspected, he was flying high on some choice hallucinogenic drugs. The colours popped out at him boldly and dizzied him, but amazingly, he kept on his sandaled feet.

He pushed through the sea of people, the remainder of his drink spilling across his wrist and dripping onto the marble floor. A few of the persons shoved turned abruptly and shot glares at him.

"Pardon me, miss!" he cried, though in reality he honestly didn't give a shit. As he passed past the disgruntled horde, he spied a group of beauties up ahead. He gave a lopsided smirk and sauntered up toward them.

"Poison Ivy, is it?" he asked. The red head dressed as the comic book vixen smiled and nodded, her friends chuckling.

With deliberate suspense, Mercutio's eager fingers slowly traced the outlines of her green suit, along the vines that tightly bound her. He followed them from her waistline up untill his fingers lingered below the prized treasury. The girl froze, and watched him carefully, goosebumps rising across her skin. She didn't know whether to stop him, or allow him to continue.

"Always admired that she had a penchant for getting all...tangled up..." he grinned, his fingers brushing just the bottom of her breast before he tugged on the vine directly across her breast, and released it. She blushed, strangely entranced by the intensity of his blue gaze, but still wishing he'd leave her alone. Mercutio turned and walked away just as abruptly as he had entered, just like that.

Well, that was appetizing. Now, to find Romeo...

[philosopher]

Costume;

I am .. masked.
Briefly went into the dining room/Find me in the foyer.

Meanwhile, old Holmes had introduced himself to a table laiden with wines, spirits and all sorts of John Barleycorn. Engaging in pouring out some red, he told himself only to sip. Don't chug. Just sip, that'll do. A few minutes set him by as he gaily watched the guests roll in, raising his glass occasionally in the spirit of things. He knew some, young Minster Chandler - making a few compliments to a fellow and of course the ever-gallant boy Holmes vaguely remembered, yet not enough to recall his name, busied with someone who was pretty and engaging enough to merit his attention. There was hardly reserve or coldness in the party, and the hum of voices echoed up to the cross-rafters of the tall ceiling and through the open door and window, from whence a patch of the gorgeous evening sky could be seen, glimmering redly, like a distant lake of fire. Holmes decided, he was enjoying himself already, and the wine was so wonderfully sweet.

Here Holmes stopped midtrack as he bent his head to his glass - and whenever he did drink mind you, he raised his mask just below his nose with the most discreet caution. Rising with them into the foyer was perhaps the most beautiful thing he had seen. Fair as the lily of vale and a rosy glow nipped in her cheeks. Setting his glass gently down, he could not help but enjoy the sight of her. Eyes that sparkled bravely and the effect of her snowy white skin enhanced by her deep red dress, contriving to make him feel devilishly odd. Irene Adler, never have you looked more lovely.

And yet she was accompanied, by some fellow attempted to steal his arm round her tiny waist but she sprang back indignantly. Unseen to the world, an indulgent grin formed on Holme's face. If she wanted to be untouchable, she would pull down the thickest branch of clambering prickly roses, and hold it by the way of her own protection. If her escort didn't know that, he ought to. Her voice, clear as a bell ringing in frosty air, cut through the voices of all others like the sweep of a sword blade. It was all he could hear, this suddenness between his erstwhile lover and a gentleman of unknown name. Somewhat startled at the bitter scorn of their flashing eyes and the wrathful thrill in the man's low, intense tones, the whole form of Holmes seemed to dilate with indignation. Insult her, and shrink instantly into Holme's bad-books like a convicted knave.

There was a sceptre leaning against the wall-corner, no doubt a forgotten item from a fellow guest, and Holmes recoiled and shrank near it - his proud mouth, hidden beneath the mask, sprang barbed arrows of mischief that flew straightly and struck home. Holmes coughed, a little cough of quiet incredulity as he took the sceptre in his gloved hand and so casually passed behind the scorned gentleman, as close as possible so as to give him an unconvincingly-accidental thwick at the back of his leg, where the knee bent. He was perfectly conscious of his utterly ridiculous act, but was self-satisfied as he continued to stroll, so leisurely like he hadn't noticed at all.

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

:Costume:
costume Mask
mask
Polynesia
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Find me in the foyer.
"Actually, Polynesia is fluent in English. I had inherited her from a patient of mine who had taught her several words. I then subjected her to a treatment that increased her intelligence a thousandfold." Polynesia fidgeted on his shoulder. "I can speak for myself, John." She then turned to the man that they had almost ran into and gave a nod that was the equivelant of bowing. "As he said I'm Polynesia. I'm the reason he's even here."
Doolittle was uncomfortable. As Polynesia had said he wasn't a social person, and he should be back at home working. Not here frittering away his valuable time.
"It's true. She was the one that convinced me to come to this ball. Otherwise I would happily be at home with a cup of tea and my notes."
You need to get out and socialize I will not have you turning into a hermit. Besides while you're here you might as well try to recruit more people for that South Seas venture of yours."
Doolittle really wished Polynesia hadn't mentioned that. It reminded him of the impending jounrey into his past. Something he wished to avoid thinking about altogether.

[hamlet]

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Costume: Pardon my never-edited-a-photo-like-this photoshopping skills
(You get the idea 1930s-esque suit with a fedora)
Mask: Simple-mask-that-Harry-chooses-not-to-wear-but-its-on-his-person
(he might put it on once and a while though)
Meet me in the foyer.
(its goin' dooown. )
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Harry looked at this man and could tell he was uncomfortable. He couldn't blame him, Harry wasn't exactly thrilled to be here either. Sure the chance to meet and talk with Monte Cristo was intriguing. But really, if Ophelia wasn't coming, he'd rather bypass the media frenzy and go to a bar or something. Much more appealing than trying to be sociable and "happy" when he was completely miserable. Harry looked at the man and his parrot--listening him talk about the treatments he gave to increase the bird's intelligence.

Harry gave a weak, insincere grin and a slow single nod, not sure how to react and quickly loosing the interest he had when he first asked the doctor the question. The man talked about not wanting to be here and that was something he could relate to.

"Yeah? Well...Polynesia was it? I think he's got a point. Social events like this can be draining." To the man he said. "I don't blame you." Now what was this about recruitment? South Asia? Not that he was interested at all, but it didn't surprise Harry that people at this even had deeper selfish motives for coming to this party. Sometimes things just aren't surprising anymore.

"Recruitment?" He grinned, the wheels in his analytical mind churning, listing all of the things this man could be recruiting for. Who was he recruiting exactly? "I guess you got a nice pool to choose from." He said, trying hard not to look unimpressed. Despite his paranoia, he simply wasn't surprised. Everyone was probably up to something. It was the way of this city. No one knows what anyone is capable of.

He sighed heavily and looked around once again and froze when he saw Ophelia approaching. He was almost in disbelief that she actually came. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, her white dress following along with every step, framing her body gracefully, gently, delicately. She was stunning, absolutely stunning. He let out a short breath that he didn't know he was holding when Ophelia stopped in front of him. He smiled.

"Ophelia..." At this point he could only say her name as his eyes gazed at her thin frame one more time. "You look absolutely amazing" he told her honestly. "I'm glad you were able to make it." He took his hand and placed it gently on her back, leading her closer to him and into the conversation. He was afraid he was being rude to this man so he said, "Ophelia, I don't know how you are with animals but this is Polynesia, the parrot." His arm slipped around her waist. "And her owner is...actually, I'm sorry, I never caught your name," He told the man. He silenced himself so he could make his introduction.

Suddenly this night was looking brighter.

A waiter stopped by their small circle with wine and, as the man responded, Harry briefly removed his arm from around Ophelia to grab two wine glasses, one for himself and one her. But before he lifted hers off the platter he asked, "Would you like a drink?" He gazed at her and smiled again, unable to help himself every time he looked at her.

[sasha]

:Costume:
Dress|Hair (sans brooch)|Mask (Top Right)|Necklace|Clutch
Find me in the foyer.

It seemed as though Faustus was taking a long time to respond to her, and Dido was beginning to think that she had scared another person off. No one seemed to know how to talk to her. Surprise, surprise. However, there came an interruption in the form of another party guest. The hostility between them was immediately apparent, and she didn't want to be caught in the middle of it. Harsh words flew between them, and she figured that it was best that it stay a personal matter. Everyone was getting drinks, anyway. Maybe she should, too. If Faustus wanted to talk to her again after doing whatever he was doing with that other woman, he could go right ahead.

Without saying a word, she shuffled off to the alcohol table, where a bartender of sorts was serving drinks. Upon seeing her, he asked in an annoyingly polite tone, "What would you like, miss?"

"Peach martini, please."

"Coming right up, miss." He immediately got to mixing her drink and had it back to her in under a minute. "Here you go, miss. Enjoy." As she took her drink, she could have sworn that she saw the man wink at her, but she quickly dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. She then turned her back to him and walked to another corner across the room. Her attention was then focused on nothing but her drink

[JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU]

:Costume:
costume Mask
mask
Polynesia
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Find me in the foyer.
Doolittle smiled as the man tried to convince that people like to be alone once in a while. "You're wasting your breath. I've had this same conversation with her a million times if I've had it once. The problem is that Parrots are incredibly social birds. She doesn't understand."
"Yes I understand. I understand that both of you are mad."
Doolittle laughed. Then the other man asked about his recruitment plan. He considered not answering considering how he hated to be reminded of the island. Yet it seemed he either had to be rude and ignore the question, or delve into his past once more. John's ingrained politeness won out, at least partially.
"Well I need some people to accompany me on an expidition, to a south seas property I own. I'm planning on selling it and it needs to be cleared of dangerous imported fauna."
Then of course a lady joined the group and the gentleman inquired as to John's name. "Legally I'm John Moreau. But If you must include a last name when addressing me, please use Doolittle."
Then a waiter showed up and offered some wine. John declined. It wasn't that he was a recovering alchaholic, he just preferred tea to alcahol.

[ricketts]

Costume;

wartime countryboy.
Find me on the front lawn.

The whole foyer was pervaded with an eagerness to please to the whole busy spirit of things, enough so that Henry's entrance had been far from dazzling. In fact, he'd barely made one. His meek, mild-features stopped before the entrance, observed the growing numbers and considered his own comforts. His costume was a poor man's process, seeing as Hank wasn't due to pay him for another week. Why not suit the wearer? Hair purposely grizzled under a grandadesque-cap and a cotton-fibre, armless jacket over an un-ironed shirt he had hung near the fireplace so it could catch in the smoke. Having heard history, he assumed himself a laddy at wartime.

The appearance of the large number of people became so overwhelmingly intimidating, that he couldn't face entering into it alone, not yet. He turned and sat himself down on the stone steps that lead up to the enormous estate, in a protected state. It smote him deeply that he had come in the first place to stop being such a stranger, and yet he was that abstracted that he had to wait for the room to clear abit.

[erin]

:Costume:
Eat your heart out Harry
Find me in the foyer.

Ophelia began to feel a bit tense as she neared him. He was in a conversation with another man and here she was acting like she was more important for Harry to attend to. Well, not quite so literally but she was walking in while they were having a chat. Then, all those feelings seemed to wash away as he looked at her, told her she looked great, and placed a hand on her back to guide her towards where he was. "You don't look too bad yourself Mr. Chandler." She smiled before they got closer towards where Harry had been standing with the other man.

The man he was talking to did not look like someone who often came to these parties. And here he had a parrot perched on his shoulder. A peculiar thing but the parrot was adorable. "No I love animals too. Although I do have a reputation for not getting along too well with insects." Ophelia chuckled while referring to herself of how many bugs try and gnaw their way through her flowers. As she felt him slide an arm around her waist, she caught her breathe. All too soon he moved his arm away to fetch a glass of wine for himself and then turning to ask her if she would like one.

"Yes please. I'm quite parched." She smiled at him, being thankful that the mask somewhat hid the blush that came to her cheeks. Parched from all the nervousness you've caused me... Ophelia noted mentally. Instead of letting him grab it for her, she took a few steps closer to the waiter and grabbed her own glass before he walked away. "You know," She started while taking off her mask. "I've heard wine acts as an aphrodisiac. Are you trying to seduce me?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow while a playful smirk was plastered on her face. She was far from perfect at flirting but even she had to admit she had her moments.

[yolanda7g]

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Costume: Pimpin' all over the world
Cane:...instead of a mask
Find me in the foyer.
And heeere we go!
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Faustus turned completely to this chick and said defensively, "I offered you sex cuz that was the only way to speak your language. Apparently you didn't understand me when I said give me my shit."

He looked at her perplexed at her statement. "You just don't know man of high stature when you see one, that's all. That alright, it takes skill to recognize that. Listen, I got invited like you did, now--"

Suddenly he felt someone strike him in the back of his leg and and he reflexively grabbed it, looking around to see who it was. He found no one. Shit, man! What the fuck?! Oh, he was tired of this mess. He should let somebody know.

"You know what? I'm tired of this mess. I ain't come here to talk to you, alright?" Faustus turned around to where Elissa was to find she was gone. "Dammit! You scared her off! Always messin up my day...cant take a walk in the park and I can't have an adult friendly conversation without your crazy ass messin it up. Go pick you up man and entertain yourself. My advice from me to you."

He picked up his cane and strutted over to Elissa at another corner. "Man, I apologize for that, Elissa. That other girl got some serious issues. So where were we?" You and me getting it on? No that's not it. "Oh, I remember. My knowledge of some of these folks up in here. Well obviously I know the psycho in the red dress. I can't tell about some of them because of their masks but..." he smiled at her. "I really just wanna get to know you, Elissa. So you usually come out to stuff like this, getting all pretty and dressed up?