IC; The Masquerade

Anarchs: Louise, Serafina, Luna, Ash, Jade, Ziggy, Ethelwin, Ryder, Sabine, Luke, Eve, Kaylee.

Cammys: James, Clara, Esmee, Damsel/Jeanette, Charlie, Devon.

Others: Zane, Brandon, Marcus, Nikkie.

Ooc:

Louise- Anarch
Reason- As a Gangrel, Louise doesn’t relish the idea of being punted out of existence just because he might have wolf blood in him. He and Lacroix aren’t on particularly good terms either.

James- Cammy
Reason- What? A wolf can’t side with the vampires? James is sick of his 400 hundred years of fighting a pointless war, and just wants SOMETHING to sort the centuries of madness out. Even if that means a vamp will rule over the night creatures, well, at least it will stop the fighting. Right?


Bic:


A homing pigeon settled happily on top his soft, red curls.

Waking with a start, gravity took hold of his awkward position and Louise crashed through the branches of the tree he had been napping in. The bird spiralled down after him. Incisively, it took refuge in his hair once again. “Shoo!”

It cooed in answer.

Taking hold of its pudgy body, Louise removed the pigeon. As he did so, he noticed a tiny scroll tied to its leg. The gangrel had no home to speak of, so if another wanted to get in contact with him, they would have to use other means. Such as this pigeon. It waited obediently as Louise untied the letter, then flapped it out, cat green eyes scanning over the words. His heart sank multiple times the further down he read. And at the name signed at the bottom he let out a quiet groan.

Lacroix.

The last time he had come into contact with that charm specimen, he had taken a chunk out of his hand. And, uh, many other things, which concerned priceless, personal belongings. Louise pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh. The pigeon hopped nervously from foot to foot.

“Sucks to be me,” Louise murmured, eyeing up the bird and wishing they could trade places. To fly far, far away.

Shaking those gloomy thoughts away, Louise re-read the letter.

“appropriate attire is expected”

. . . .

He would have to “borrow” from a few shops this afternoon it seemed.


Hm. .

He was certainly popular today.

James quietly accepted his load from plastic looking human behind the counter. Two letters. He flipped them curiously under his nose, letting their scents brush under his nose. One was from Crux. The other, oddly, from Lacroix.

Trotting down the steps of the grey Post Office building, the werewolf glanced emotionally around, trying to spot a more private place to see what both of the leaders wanted from him.

The park would have to do.

Listening to the tinkle of children giggling and kicking at a rainbow coloured ball, James dropped onto one of the cold park benches, using a sharp nail to cut open the letter from the vampire Prince.

“. . . hn,” obviously, he was the ”others”. A masquerade. . that meant wearing a mask. James had no problems when it came to concealing his badly blind, scarred face. Also. . if one looked into a deeper meaning, a masquerade meant fooling another under false pretences. What did Lacroix want from all this? This was no mere ball.

Crumpling up the letter, the wolf knew better than to throw it away. Instead he slipped it into his jacket pocket. Turning his attention to the next letter, Crux was simply confirming his own suspicions. And asking to report back, it seemed.

Letting his fingers play with that overly long fringe that hid his terrible scars, James stared at the playing children, deep in thought.

“. . . I need a suit,” he sighed, knowing the only presentable clothes he had in his wardrobe were of the leather kind. Time to shop.


It really, really sucked to be back here.
Louise had hoped he would never have to peer up at these cold, stone walls again. Camarilla Mansion.

He ran a slightly distraught hand through his hair. His hair was the only thing that was still Louise-y about him. Curly and as wild as ever. A brush was useless on it. But the rest of him told a different story.

For once in his life, he didn’t look like a character from “Where the Wild Things Are”. His old fashioned blouse was white, free of dirt smudges and rips from branches and bushes. Over top was a tight black waist coat, synchronising with his black trousers. Like a modern day Oliver Twist.

The only splash of colour was the emerald green mask clutched tightly in his fist. It was simply decorated with gold raise relief lines and glued on diamonds- fake of course.

Light flooded out from the main hall, the burble of voices from vampires and werewolves floating into the crisp night air. There was a steady stream of the night creatures trickling into the iron clasped double doors. Louise tried to turn his nose off from all the different smells.

“Move it, short-stuff,” a French accented voice growled from behind him. Leaves crackled as a smartly dressed wolf made himself noticed. His tuxedo was as black as his tied up hair. Louise squeaked and jumped back at once. Already the wolf wore a mask, the eyeslits slanted craftily and painted a rich red- like a fox. Green accessorised it. There was an ominous black gap where the wolf’s left eye should have been, and Louise could make out faint white lines of scares cob webbing down his cheek. He was half blind.

“S-sorry,” Louise stumbled over himself, giving James lee way to get past him. He didn’t respond, and lightly brushed past him, heading for the Mansion. Well, Louise supposed he should be doing the same. . .

Green eyes growing used to the harsh light of the entrance hall, the young vampire remembered to don the mask. Before he could, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder. Dead heart lurching briefly into life, he nervously glanced up into the face of a male vampire.

“I know you.”

He did?

“You’re the one who broke that stain glass window!”

Oh. . . shit.

“Come with me.”

“Gah! W-wait, you’re mistaken,” Louise yelped, eyes growing large as his upper arm was grabbed in a vice grip. Waaaah, someone help me!

Serafina-Anarch
Serafina is currently in a forbidden relationship with another of her kind, making her opposed to the idea of being killed. She knows they're after her, and it's not good that one person would have complete control over all of them-that means more eyes in more places, making it a lot harder for her to hide.

Clara-Camarilla
A diehard member of the Camarilla and a fervent supporter of Lacroix, Clara fully supports anything he wants to do. She was taught that the Camarilla know what is best for the immortal, and she understands that without order, their society would fall apart. This would be good-they would finally be able to have full control.


Sera had crept back to her house to check her mail-it would be an absolute disgrace if for some reason, her bills didn't get payed and she lost the house; her parents would be furious. She removed the mail and took off at a run, knowing that the people on the street couldn't see her, that they thought it was simply a rush of wind-a breeze.

She filed through the mail-cards from her friends, bills, and a strange letter that had no return address. She furrowed her brow and slid one finger under the flap, allowing the envelope to open and her to pull out a creamy piece of parchment.

She nearly dropped the letter when she read it.

How had they found her? She put one hand to her forehead in worry and hurried into Ash's apartment, knowing that now that they knew of her existence as one of them, her presence was a must.

Or else...They would find her. And be angrier that she had not even bothered to attend.

She also began to wonder what announcement he would be making-something important, of course. How would it involve her? At least she was around the right people-the higher class were appreciated by the Camarilla, as she understood it. She didn't have to worry about being with the wrong crowd.

As she pushed the fear and worry to the back of her mind, she read on, enjoying the description of the attire. Oh, how she loved to play dress up! She would need a new gown, a mask-she knew just the store for the dress, but the mask would be tricky.

Sera was never really an arts and crafts sort of girl, but she figured the nicer costume shop downtown might have something of the sort.

As her mind wandered and delighted in the idea of getting ready for a ball, she smiled and concluded she would need to go shopping soon. She walked farther into the apartment, grabbing a pencil and paper...she needed to start planning....




The mail had come in at about three o'clock that afternoon-Clara was sure she had heard it subconsciously as she slept. Had she had any dreams? She scoffed at the thought, letting a giggle erupt from her thin lips.

She hurried down the grand staircase, still dressed in her silk robe over a thin white slip, and grabbed the mail from its lonely place on the marble floor. She sighed, flicking through it, indifferent.

She remained bored-until she saw a letter from the Camarilla. She smiled, happy to see Lacroix was still on top. She eagerly tore it open, pulling out what looked like an invitation.

Clara flipped it over, scanning the words, written in pristine calligraphy. She smiled at the elegance of the thing, and raised her eyebrows as she realized it's purpose.

A masquerade? Bringing in...everyone? She scoffed and ran one hand through her long red locks. Ugh, she despised being around those leeches. It would be smelly! She threw her head back in distaste and moved to sit on the staircase.

Blah, blah, blah...announcement? She pondered what it could be-she knew most things, but this was a secret unknown to her. Lacroix was going to give them a surprise.

She loved surprises! She also loved the fact that the Camarilla would finally be acting to remove all of those disgusting wolves, and all the weird vampires that really didn't belong.

Ew.

She flipped her hair in annoyance, trying to remember a good store in town where she could find a suitable gown. She thought hard on this for a few moments, pursing her lips.

Nothing.

Looks like she was going to have to make a quick trip to France!

She smiled at the thought and hurried up the stairs. She had to look good for the Prince, and if anything happened, her presence was a must. She loved controlling others.


After one very large, expensive shopping spree, she was finally satisfied with everything she had. She had bought new make-up for the occasion, as well as a new gown, which she was very excited to put on.

It took her three hours, not including her shower and the amount of time it took to do her nails. She was extremely nervous and fearful, but her fear was somewhat extinguished by the fact that Ash would be there.

So many new people-well...immortals. Vampires? She didn't know what they preferred to be called. When she finally put on the dress, she twirled around in front of the full-length mirror, loving the way the fabric felt on her now cold skin.

She turned, examining her appearance in the mirror. Her gown was white, and the top of it was one-shouldered and wrapped around her in elaborate tiers. At the waist, this stopped and it fell simply, hanging straight down her legs. It looked wonderful, and as she sat down to put on her heels, she couldn't help but smile at how much like a princess she felt.

She slid the heels on and gave herself one last once-over in the mirror, finally sliding on a coat, just to appear normal. She headed out the door, grabbing her clutch on the way, and sliding into a town car that was waiting at the curb.

The car bumped its way to the mansion, and she winced at the walk through a bit of dust and gravel. Oh, well-she would still look good, she figured. She paid the driver and got out of the car, gazing up at the old-fashioned, grand mansion before her.

She had never been here before, but the appearance of the manor was looming and cold. The lights illuminated little, only the front steps were bright. She walked slowly and nervously, praying Ash was already there.

The steps sounded foreign to her as she climbed them, and she frowned at the hollow sound that followed her every stride. When she finally reached the door, it opened automatically, and she saw someone standing, holding it open for her.

She walked into the grand hall, taking off her coat, giving it to the attendant who was waiting near the stairs. "Thank you," she said curtly.

She brought the mask to her face, hearing the great sound of voices ahead of her, just behind a pair of regal double doors. She nervously sidled forward, her eyes downcast.

It was sure to be an interesting night...

ooc; Incoming lots of characters >_<


Esmee- A stuck up Vampire who hates who she is. In saying that, she has a tendency to like the Camarilla. After all they're trying to keep the vampire race under control, and she likes that about them. So, she goes to the party, looking to have a good time.

Luna- A werewolf who despises the Camarilla and all vampires for that matter. The only reason she would consider going is to get the opportunity to listen in to all of the vampires disgusting lives. She would take any opportunity to destroy them. And this was one of them. She could care less if she died or not.

Zane- A werewolf who could really care less. He honestly doesn't want to go to the masquerade but he knows its require. Of course, Luna comes along and forces him to go, so really, he had no choice.

Brandon- A drunken werewolf who is going just for the booze. He doesn't care about anything, he just looks for a good time. He honestly doesn't see the point in fighting with the vampires.

Marcus- A crazy vampire who's clueless about everything. He just goes because Vladimir thinks its a good time to plan his foul schemes. Vladimir thinks LaCroix is a pitiful ruler and he wants to take over himself. Marcus just goes so he can party and have a good time.


Esmee sprawled across the white leather couch, flipping through the countless channels on her television. She stopped at a peculiar show, tilting her head to the side when she took in the name. She rolled her eyes, finding the show rather foolish. She couldn't understand why all of these humans wanted to be vampires. It just didn't make sense. There was nothing glamorous about the life of a leech.

She groaned, rising from her relaxed position. She straightened out her cute flannel pajamas and padded over to the front door. Her pale bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the front of the house. Stepping outside, she reached for the mail. She flipped through all of the letters, coming across a most interesting card. She let a finger slide under the flap as she started to head back into the abode.

Esmee's gray eyes darted across the parchment as she read the letter. A huge smile stretched across her face. A party?! the thought echoed through her mind. She wanted to dance around in happiness. Esmee loved parties.

She fluttered to her walk-in closet, opening it to see if there were any gowns that looked appealing. Nothing. She groaned, slamming the door shut. She tapped her chin, thinking that a shopping spree wouldn't hurt. She smiled, quickly changing into a casual dress. She ran downstairs, grabbed her purse and made her way into the city.

All the shops appealed to her. They contained elegant dressed made by the finest designers. She went in and out, looking for the perfect dress. Finally she found one, quickly buying it. Then, she remembered how the card said something about it being a masquerade. Hmmm, that meant a mask. She pursed her lips to the side, trying to think of somewhere where she could buy one. Then an idea it hit her. She skipped down the sidewalk down to a quaint little costume shop. She made her way inside, looking beautiful and out of place. She shrugged, finding the perfect mask that matched her perfect dress. Satisfied, she headed home.

She darted up the stairs, excited to get dressed up. She pulled the sky blue dress over her slim body, loving the way the color made her skin look creamy and soft. She twirled in front of a full length mirror, watching as the dress fell elegantly across her body. It came down past her knees, exposing her pale muscular calves. It fitted snugly around her body, outlining every contour of her petite frame. The dress came around her neck as a halter, exposing the right amount of cleavage to come across as classy. Part of her back stayed exposed, showing enough skin to come of as sexy, but not trashy.

She skipped over to her vanity, grabbing her brush to play with her soft blond hair. She curled it, pulling half of it up in a chic up-do. She smiled at how beautiful she looked. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. She stood up, finding the silver strappy 5 inch heels that she loved so much. They made her grow, no longer the short 5'3" stature that she was before. She gave herself one more look in the mirror before she headed out towards the mansion.

As she arrived, her stomach fluttered, nervous as she made her way closer and closer. She had never been inside before, and she was skeptical about walking towards the big, ancient looking doors. She stood on the stone pavement, biting her lip as she scrutinized the massive building. She reached inside her purse, pulling out the sky blue mask with jewels and feathers and she slipped it over her head, arranging it so it laid comfortably on her face. Esmee took a few deep breaths before making her way up the exquisite steps. She smiled at the man who held the door open for her, stepping inside the majestic mansion, mouth agape in awe.


Luna lurked through the woods, letting her bare feet brush against the soft vegetation. She liked the feeling of serenity that the woods provided her. She smiled, feeling at peace for once in her life. But, her harmony with nature was soon broken when she heard something approach. She became tensed and fierce as the sound of footsteps came near. She breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of an animal. She straightened, smirking at her paranoid self.

A wolf approached, a letter in its mouth. Luna looked at it with confusion, not sure what the wolf wanted with her. It came and sat before her, laying the parchment on the ground. It stood up, running swiftly away from the women. Luna peered down at the card, head titled to the side. She knelt down, opening it.

Great.

She rolled her eyes at the parchment, wondering what kind of fun she could have with this. She wasn't sure what she thought of a party with a bunch of vampires. It would be... interesting to say the least. But, from the letter that she read, the werewolves were invited too, which could mean violence. She grinned wickedly at the though, her teeth looking sharp and menacing.

She stood up, straightening out her casual jeans and t-shirt ensemble. She huffed, not really sure how she would get a nice dress. Luna darted from the woods, flying swiftly through the trees. She found herself heading towards the city, she would have to steal something.

Luna walked by the windows, peering in each store to see if any of it appealed to her. None of it was really her style. It all seemed so fancy, so snobby, to her. She sighed heavily, thinking that she'd never find anything to wear. But, right when the thought occurred to her, she spotted the perfect store. She bolted inside, the owner looked at her curiously. She sneered at her, making it clear that she didn't want to be bothered. She browsed, finding an impeccable black dress that matched Luna's style perfectly.

Now, to steal it. She grabbed a few dresses and headed back into the fitting rooms. She acted as if she was trying things on as she worked on clawing off the annoying alarm that clung to the dress. After successfully removing it, she threw it into her bag. After trying on the rest of the horrible dresses, she left the fitting rooms, hanging up everything that she held. She grimaced at the owner, implying that the store was a disgrace. She left the store, satisfied when she got away with her crime.

She did the same thing in the costume shop, but it was much easier since the owner seemed like a complete imbecile. She found an elegant black mask that fit her personality. She headed back to the woods, feeling complete her in shopping adventure.

She slipped on the black dress, letting it fall gracefully around her body. It came down to her ankles. She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand, feeling foolish when she forgot to steal some shoes. But, she was lucky that she had a pair tucked away in her bag. They weren't all that fancy, but they would work. She slipped the stilettos over her feet, feeling awkward in them.

She sighed, feeling strange in her attire. Sure she looked nice, but she was afraid she would ruin it when she lost control. She took a deep breath, loving how she felt. She hadn't felt this good about herself in a long time. She assumed that's one of the perks to dressing up, it always made you feel good. She smiled, a true genuine smile that looked out of place on her angry face. But, it quickly faded when she realized she had no one to escort her to the ball. She grimaced, looking down at her feet when she thought about how alone she really was. But, an intriguing thought crossed her mind. She skipped into the woods, her nose leading the way.

Zane was just bout to leave his cabin when he heard something rummaging about. His eye brows knitted together at the sound, wondering what was going on outside. He stepped over to the window, finding a shadowy figure at his door. He groaned, opening it, revealing a women at his step.

His sapphire eyes grew wide when he took in the she wolf that stood before him. Great. He grimaced at Luna, trying to hide his hate for her, afraid that she might claw his face off. "What are you doing here?" he said, his voice coated with annoyance.

"What? I can't stop by and say hi?" she said, laughing mischievously. She scrutinized him, wondering why he was so uptight. Then, memories came flooding back to her of how they had faught that one time in the woods. She smirked. "Oh calm down. This has nothing to do with before. I'm not going to claw your pretty little face off," she said, eying him as she stepping into the house.

"Then what are you doing here?" Zane questioned through his teeth. He narrowed his azure eyes at the hateful werewolf, wondering what the heck she wanted with him.

"You didn't hear? There's a masquerade down at the leeches mansion. And guess what? Your escorting me," she said, turning her back to him as she stepped lightly around the house, her heels clicking against the wooden flood.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said, nearly growling. He remained by the door, waiting for Luna to leave. "What makes you think I would take you?" He asked, head tilted to the side. He crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting an answer.

Luna just pursed her lips to the side, turning around to face Zane. She narrowed her golden eyes at him, letting them trail up and down his body. "Because I said so," she nearly growled. "Besides, I admire you Zane. The way you fight... it kind of turns me on," she said, grinning as she flicked a hair over her shoulder.

Zane just rolled his eyes, feeling awkward. He walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to leave. "You should leave... now," he hissed, pushing her towards the door.

"You should reconsider. Because, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. If you escort me, I won't do anything that might upset you..." she cooed, looking pointedly at the man. She knew that he would understand what she was getting at.

Zane stood there, sneering at Luna for what seemed like a long time. He didn't want to take his chances. It wasn't worth it. Besides, what would it hurt to go to the masquerade with Luna? It would probably be safe... but then again, she'd probably be the one picking the fights. "Fine," he groaned giving in. He watched as the women smiled wickedly, at his forfeit.

"Great. Now go get dressed," she said, making a hand motion for him to leave. She stood there, pleased with herself.

The man just stood there, thinking of what kind of clothes he had. Then, he realized he didn't have much. "Well, I don't have anything to wear so, maybe you should find someone else to take you," he explained, smirking.

"Well, then it's a good thing I have an extra mask for you," Luna said, rummaging through her bag. "Oh, and look at that, I found a tie. Now all you need is a shirt and some dress pants," she handed him the accessories. "Now run along dear," she said, a smile playing at her lips.

Zane groaned, reaching for the tie and mask. He took them with reluctance, heading towards the stairs. He flew up them, letting his feet lead him to his room. He made his way through the threshold, kicking open his closet. He pulled out a white dress shirt and a pair of black dress paints that hung in the back. He grimaced as he put them on, not liking to fact that he was wearing nice clothes. This definitely wasn't like him. He searched the ground, looking for his shiny, black dress shoes. When he found them, he quickly slid them on his feet. He grabbed the black blazer from the back of his door, pulling it over his body. Finish. He looked at himself in the mirror as he tied the tie around his neck. He made a face of disgust as he finished getting ready.

He strode quickly down the stairs, stopping before Luna. "Happy?" he said, keeping the mask gripped tightly in his hand.

"I'm ecstatic," she said, placing her hand in the open for him to grab it. He rolled his eyes and groaned. He grudgingly grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the door, wanting to get this horrible night over with.


Brandon skipped from his home, noticing a letter tucked inside his mail box. How odd. He never received mail for he had no one to send him any. He tilted his head in confusion, letting his hand reach out for it. He stood there in the night, opening the peculiar letter. He let his brown eyes scan it, unsure of what he felt.

He was slightly enthused about a party, after all, a party meant booze. But, he wasn't sure if he was okay with being around that many people. He worried that he would lose control and hurt everyone. Of course, that's far from what he wanted. He just wanted to get along and help people, he didn't want to hurt them. It's just how things turned out. He sighed heavily, letting his cautious feet drag him back inside.

Brandon flung himself on his couch, face hidden in the cushions. He groaned, aware that this masquerade ball was require. He didn't have a problem with going to the vampires mansion, for he honestly felt no hate towards the leeches. He just wished that everyone would get along, that there would be no fighting. Of course, he knew that would never happen.

He trudged over to his closet, not finding much inside of it. He looked around for anything nice looking, not really caring if it matched or not. He pulled out a blue button up shirt, a black tie, black dress pants, suspenders and a black blazer. He threw them all on his bed, just staring at the clothing. He grimaced down at it, not wanting to get dressed.

He finished putting the clothing on, saving his dress shoes for last. He stood in front of the mirror, attempting to get his hair to do what he asked. Of course, it didn't listen, it fell limply around his face. He huffed, giving up. He went through his drawers, wondering if he had a mask tucked away. Luckily he did, he didn't know what it was from, but there it was. He tilted his head to the side as he admired it. It was a very nice looking mask, with intricate designs on it. Brandon tucked the black mask into his coat pocket, letting his feet lead him towards the kitchen.

The man wasn't sure on whether or not he should bring his favorite whiskey. He knew that the vampires didn't' drink anything other then blood, so he wasn't sure if they'd have alcohol or not. He shrugged, giving in to his wants. He grabbed the cold bottle in his warm hand, letting the rim touch his awaiting lips. He took a swig of alcohol, enjoying the way it burned down his throat.

He skipped out of the house, making his way towards where he thought the vampire mansion was. He honestly had no idea where it resided, but he just let his nose guide him. Whiskey in hand, he stumbled across the sidewalk towards the mansion, admiring the way it stood proud and majestic. He went over to the steps, reluctant to venture inside.

Marcus skipped around the city, exciting for this party that was occurring at the Camarilla mansion. He was looking forward to dancing and mingling with fellow vampires. He grinned at himself, looking forward to getting dressed up. Of course, Vladimir wasn't all that ecstatic, he just let Marcus flail about.

"Vladimir, you should be thrilled! We've been invited to the famous Camarilla mansion for a masquerade ball!" he exclaimed, finding himself exceedingly giddy as he made his way towards their home.

Vlad just huffed to himself, not really all that excited to be surrounded by a bunch of low life immortals. Naturally, he was happy that he would get to be around the Toreador. They always had expensive tastes, and he like that about him.

"Your such a debby downer," Marcus said, sighing at his alter ego. Vladimir just rolled his black eyes at his friend, ignoring his childish insult.

Marcus led the way to the house, flinging open the front door. Their house was interesting, part of it was cheery and friendly while the other half was cryptic and eery. They ventured into their room, standing awkwardly in front of their closet.

"What to wear, what to wear," Marcus chimed to himself.

"Let me pick out what we're wearing. We have to come off as frightening and powerful. Especially if we get to see the pitiful LaCroix," Vladimir explained, sneering at the thought of how weak the vampire leader was.

"Well, I'm not so sure about the whole looking frightening thing, but I suppose you can pick it out," Marcus said, grinning at his friend. He didn't care what they wore, he just didn't want to scare his fellow vampire friends away.

"Splendid," Vladimir grinned mischievously, taking over Marcus's body as he rummaged through the countless articles of clothing. Vlad found a classy suit that was perfect for the occasion. He put it on, admiring their appearance. He trudged over to a drawer where he searched for mask.

He pulled a mask out, letting his eyes examine it's design. It was perfect. It screamed Vladimir and Marcus, looking as if it fit their personalities. It was like night and day. Satisfied, Vlad made his way out of the house, Marcus fighting to get control back. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Now, now, Marcus. I want to have some fun tonight too," he cooed, letting a wicked smile cross his serene face. Marcus attempted to put up a fight, but gave up quickly. He would let Vladimir have some fun, but only to a certain extent.

They found themselves standing before a beautiful, yet creepy, mansion. It caused Marcus to shiver in the back of his mind. Vladimir just rolled his eyes at his friend, finding him ignorant. He stormed up the steps, looking angry and powerful as he made his way into the massive party.

Ethelwin Lunaris- Anarch. He holds no immediate grudge against the vampire community, however his past leads him to resent them. He can't understand why their differences can't just be overlooked and isn't too enthused over the idea of a ruling hierarchy.




The cool breeze caressed his exposed skin as he walked lazily through the trees. His eyes remained closed, his mind elsewhere. Upon opening them his emerald eye took in the serenity of the forest before him. The ground was soft underfoot as he neared the small dip in the ground he called home. From a branch overhead a cardinal took flight, its vibrant red feathers a stark contrast against the lattice work of overlapping trees. Ethelwin stopped to watch its progress as it dissapeared beyond his line of sight. Continuing onward a few yards from where he now stood, he reached home.

Backed by a large stone and boardered by trees, the small dip in the earth was all he required for shelter. The stone provided for a slight overhang which kept him reasonably dry in times of rain. As he neared his shelter an out of place splotch of white caught his eye. Nailed to one of the trees were two envelopes, their contents unknown to him, the scents however were not. LaCroix and Crux. Immediately his mood darkened as his mind wandered to the nagging question. What was inside? Slipping a nail across the seam of one he carefully removed the letter, his good eye scanning over the invite before him which he met with a huff of amusement. He was honestly supposed to attend such a ridiculous event? Upon further inspection the second letter only confirmed his worries. "Great." he replied aloud with an obvious note of sarcasm. Already he had quite a few problems with this.

Problem one, he was not much of a people person. Not in the least. He lived a life of solitude, prefering to stay away from others and here he had been issued a mandatory attendance invite to a masquerade. No part of him wanted to comply to the request, but he was in no hurry to anger either leader. Problem two, he had nothing to wear. His reluctance to attend was deepened by his lack of proper attire and he full heartedly considered not attending at all. Yet as much as he wished to evade the get together he knew he had no choice. This only meant he had to go shopping, yet another act which required communication with others. "Today just keeps on getting better." He rolled his eyes.


A few hours later he emerged from a small shop in downtown Liverpool, his attire greatly improved. Walking down the street he now donned a white dress shirt paired with a black pinstriped vest and matching dress slacks, his new dress shoes much the same color. The formality of his clothing felt odd compared to his usual pair of worn jeans and weathered hoodie and to top it all off it had been some time since he had actually worn shoes let alone dress shoes. The thought alone bothered him as he bit back the nagging need to free himself from the confines of his leather shoes. The clothes he could handle, but he longed to feel the earth beneath his feet and it hadn't even been an hour since he'd put them on. He was already beginning to realize how long a night this would be and it had yet to even begin. His red hair was pulled up into a low ponytail and tied of with a black ribbon, two long strips framing either side of his face. The mask he held in his hand was of a golden color complete with delicate black accents and lined with a thin strip of onyx lace, its eyes carefully crafted to draw less attention than the rest of his attire. He wasn't too fond of his visibly blind left eye and prefered to keep it out of sight from prying glanceovers, hence the specialized pattern of the mask he now carefully slipped over his face.

The Camarilla mansion loomed in the distance and towered over his 5'9" frame with a gothic elegance. He straightened his posture and removed his hands from his pockets as each graceful footstep brought him ever nearer to the dreaded goal that was the front door. A light knock upon the wood was all the doorman needed to swing the door open, its hinges squealing with a slight protest. Immediately a flood of scents overwhelmed him from within the room beyond the now open door. He gave a nod to the doorman and with a great effort crossed the threshold and came to stand along the wall, not yet willing to mix among so many others.

ooc//

Ryder: Anarch. Never liked authority, ecspecially vampire ones.

Sabine: Anarch. Sister are like sisters. Sabine has nothing againest vampires, they just get on her nerves, so she is a rebel.

Luke: He doesn't really care, although he would like the Camerilla to be brought down. Anarch.

SOON TO BE:
Eve: Anarch. She always hated vampires, even though she is one. Werewolves are more her cup of tea.
bic//

Luke had a pretty good idea where to go. The werewlf leader had summoned him here, even though luke be dammed if he followed any o these fools. a tall, dark-haired girl stood a few feet in front of him, a slightly smaller ne standing beside her. They were both werewokves, related if you wanted t get critical. He shifted on his feet, un-easy. He knew what was going to happen, even though he didn't want to acknowledge it. The war was at a cross-roads; the werewolves or vampires. Luke was scared, but he didn't show it.

Wearing a black suit, and scuffed up dress shoes, he had made his now shaggu hair fall over his ears, covering them. Placing a black mask over his eyes, he stiffned as the scent of a vampire came close. 'Keep cool.' he though, but was suprised when the vampire stopped beside him, her scent wafting up into his nose.

Eve looked at the werewolf male, her grey eyes flicking up and down him. He seemed uncomfortable; the exact opposite of what she felt. Eve preferred the company of werewolves better than her own kind. Even in her 462 years of living, she still hated being a vampire. She didn't choose this life for herself, and she hated having her fate decided for her. Eve was dressed in a pale white gown; it hugged her curves, right down to her legs. She was in a pair of white heels. ading about 2 and 1/2 inches to her short frame.

Ahead of them, Ryder was on edge with her sister Sabine standing beside her. The two had never really gotten along, so it was weird having them both in the same room together. She had chosen a black dress that stopped half-way to the knee, black gloves, and a black mask. Her dark hair was in a neat bun at the back of her head, while her feet were growing sore in a pair of black high-heels. Sabine was wearing something similar, yet her dress was green, with gold designs around the hem. She was wearing a gold mask, a pair of gold high-heels, and the dress had long, kimono-like sleeves.

The werewolves and vampire all knew this; the war was at a turning point, and all heel would probably break loose tonight.

Devon Rylers -Cammy
Devon has never wanted to cause trouble, she learned early on that the Camarilla ruled over the vampire world and she accepted that. The Camarilla never did anything to her so she felt the best thing for her was to just go along with it.

Kaylee Saffrin- Anarch
It was the Camarilla’s fault Kaylee became the monster that she is and she hold them fully accountable. She also blames them for her parents deaths with good reason. The vampires tortured her and there are very few that she gets along with. Having been made to be the Camarilla’s biggest advantage in the war against the werewolf’s it was a complete smack in the face when she joined up with another hybrid; the only other living one, to take down the Camarilla government. The Camarilla believe her dead but she is very much alive, and ready to take them down.


Devon smiled at the man who left her shop with a just purchased engagement ring. Her jewelry shop was a real hit in the small Illinois town and creatures of all kinds came to shop there. Her assortment of jewelry ranged from what was hot 21st century material to beautiful antique 18th century pieces.
The room was lit with bold stage like lights all day round dew to the fact that dark drapes covered all the windows not allowing any sunlight in. Oh how the vampire wished she could walk in the sunlight again but alas, it would never happen. Glass cases were scattered around the room all holding different kinds of jewelry from rings to tiaras. The cases were enforced with unbreakable glass; at least for humans, with a lost which only she had the key to. An almost nonexistent melody of back round music played with soothing tones appealing to the senses. Bright colored wall paper decorated the walls contrasting wonderfully agasint the dark blue carpeted floor.
As the woman glanced at an antique wall clock she sighed, it was time to pack up for the day. The hours to the shop were long, starting at 6:30 a.m. and ending at 9:30 p.m. It was the only way Devon could make sure she avoided the suns deathly rays. Because of her hours the vampire had been put on a slightly human schedule, ‘sleeping’ and ‘waking’ at mortal time.
The young vampire checked each of the glass cases making sure they were locked before grabbing her blue winter coat. Devon slipped the coat on over her white Hollister t-shirt and pulled up her pair of plain blue jeans which had fallen below her waist for the hundredth time that day. It was only on occasion that she forgot to put on a belt, a trait from when she was human, but it still annoyed her to this day. She put on a pair of black gloves before zipping her coat and grabbing her keys and black purse from the counter. As she left her store Devon switched off the lights and turned the Open sign to Closed. Locking the door with a twist of a key she headed to her car.
The winter air sliced into the vampire like a knife and she shuddered, another habit from her human days. Devon made her way to her beat up ‘98 red Chevrolet that she couldn’t bare to give up and furrowed her eyebrows together when she looked at the windshield wiper. Stuck under the ice covered plastic was a white envelope. She pulled it out and wondered who would put a letter for her there, why not just give it to her in the store?
Devon pulled at the top of the envelope ripping it in pieces until she finally got the letter out. Excitement fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she read over the contacts and she shrieked with joy like a schoolgirl. A party, it was just like she was human again! She knew exactly what she was going to ware too.
Devon Rylers, 73 year old vampire, stepped out of her junky yet reliable car in strappy 2 inch red high heals. A spaghetti strapped dress flowed down slightly past her knees in soft layer of different pink. Her dirty blond hair had been curled into ringlets and her green eyes contrasted against the light pink eye shadow. A see through pink sash hung around her arms and a pink purse was held in one hand while her mask was in the other.
The mask was coated in hot pink jems with ruby droplets handing down from the bottom. As she made her way towards the mansion the girl stared in awe, it would be her first time there. The vampire smiled before putting on her mask and stepping into the mansion not knowing what was to happen next.

The Halfling smirked evilly as she examined the priceless artifact hanging on her wall. A solid silver bladed sword with a diamond hilt once owned by Gabriel himself hung up on the navy blue painted wall. It had been the product from one of her greatest heists yet and was by far the best thing she had ever stolen from the Camarilla mansion. The best thing was that those pompous vampires had absolutely no idea who was behind all the recent crimes of their precious ancestry.
A cruel chuckle left the black haired girls lips as she fell happily onto a white comforter that sat on her floor without a bedspread or headboard of any kind. As she looked around the room Kaylee was glad she had ‘upgraded’ her apartment building from it previous appearance. The blue paint which had once been peeling off in strips had been repainted and the new paint also covered up any bloodstains that there had been. Cracks and wholes in the dusty floor had been repaired and swept before a cherry colored varnish had been laid out.
A digital clock that had once sat on the floor was now on top of a small bedside table that had a few pictures scattered on top of it. Her old beaten bookcase had been exchanged for a tall ebony colored case with rows of books inside of it all recently dusted. All of the cases holding her variety of weapons had been washed along with the weapons in side of them. The wooden table and chair that had also been bloodstained at one time were cleaned even though papers still rested on top of them. A closet which at one time only had a single door halfway off it’s hinges was now completely repaired and closed tightly. Now that she was back and fully living in the apartment again Kaylee had decided to clean it up a bit.
Hours later Kaylee was back out on the streets of London in an unnaturally happy mood. She wasn’t sure what had made her happy but she did no one thing, that she was in fact happy.
Out of no where a strong pair of arms pulled her from the streets and into a back alley way. The half vampire half werewolf recognized the vampires strength immediately and as she was slammed into the alley wall she went instantly into defense mode. The vampire was male with blond hair and green eyes. His expression was blood thirsts and it was obvious to her that he had not yet discovered she wasn’t human.
She glared at the vampire before slamming her foot forcefully into his gut sending him flying back into the wall. The forceful impact made the building he his shudder and bricks fell from loose spots. Her enhanced speed, strength and age made him no match for her and she easily pulled his head from his body efficiently killing him where he still sat against the brick wall.
Kaylee dug through his coat pockets and rose a single eyebrow at what she found. A letter with an invitation to the Camarilla mansion. Anger swept through her beings as she read who it was from before a smirk crossed her lips. Mabey she would just have to crash their little get together. It would be a perfect opportunity to kill off the newest vampire leader. Now to find something to ware. With that though Kaylee let out an annoyed groan. She hadn’t been in a dress since the night she was turned, oh this would be such fun.
The Halfling looked at herself in disgust as she went over her appearance before walking up the steps of the Camarilla mansion. Oh how she hated being confined in a dress and heals. Her black healed shoes were small, only making her about half an inch taller which she was grateful for. A red and black dress hung off her shoulders. The part at her shoulders was blood red and it connected to black satin that went down to her elbows before red material flared out around her arms hiding her hands slights. The corset part of the dress was red and tied with black lace before hitting her waist and flaring out slightly. The front of the dress was red with black satin mixing together like black and red waves, in the back it was the same.
The Halflings hair was done up in a messy bun with hair still falling out down her back. The mask already on her face was made of red and black feathers and black feathers fanned out of the top. Around her neck was an ebony cross with black jewels. The dress and the jewelry were hers from when she was 17 years old in the 13th century. The dress hugged her figure well just as it had all those years ago.
The only good thing that she found about wearing a dress was that it was easy to conceal weapons with. Strapped to Kaylee’s leg was a knife and a gun.
Taking a deep breath Kaylee walked up the steps to the mansion and glided gracefully through the doors.

Nikkie Ranie: Totally oblivious of the Camarilla world, the were-fox has only ever me two other immortals: Ziggy and Marcus. the two of them gave an off picture of the rest of the vampire-werewolf society, unfortunately. They are the only immortals that know of her. Even the Camarilla are innocent of her existence.

~

Nicole twirled around, holding her new dress close to her. It was the girliest piece of clothing she'd ever bought. The dress was simple and a silky turquoise color. In no way was it casual, but Nikkie loved it too much to care about when she would wear it. Grinning, she practically skipped down the park path.

A small clump of envy stuck in her throat as she watched the humans playing. She swallowed it down; now was not the time to mourn her past. Today, she could be grateful she had gotten away and had a pretty dress. She wasn't going to let some guy get her down. She was happy. Happy, happy, happy. If she knew any songs about happiness, she'd be singing them, but she didn't. She frowned. She aught to learn some.

Slowing to a walk, she let her gaze drift and breathed in everything around her. She took note of everything she could smell. The small birds and squirrels with their nutty smell, the grass and plants that smelled strongly of dirt, and the humans whose scents were choked with sweat. Everything made her want to lie down for a nap. Let her fur warm in the sun and her eyes close. She resisted the urge to change into a fox. That wouldn't be bright.

That was when an unusual smell made it's way to the red-head. She wrinkled her freckled nose. It was all too familiar, the smell. Musky, forest-y. Like me. But it was different. It was tangy, unlike her sweet scent. She spun and looked around for the object.

The source of all this excitement: a guy. Why hadn't she guessed? She inspected him quietly, her gray-blue eyes sparkling in joy. Was he a were? She giggled and took a few steps towards him. Noticing his annoyed look, she stopped. Men were dangerous when unhappy. The long years with her dad had taught her something. She wasn't going to just run up to him...was she? She knew she wanted to, but...

She immediately sat on the closest bench, hoping he hadn't noticed her gaping. Luckily, the breeze was moving towards her. She could smell him, but he couldn't smell her. She fidgeted with her jeans and tried to draw her eyes away. Smiling, she couldn't help but notice his face. It was charming. In a scary-but-cute way.


Nikkie sighed heavily. She'd been following this mysterious guy forever. Why didn't she follow her gut instinct and talk to him? It was probably because another part of her gut said the situation was unpredictable. She didn't know if he would be angry(she winced at the thought) or not.

It was obvious he was going to a party, and after many minutes of watching, she had found it to be a masquerade. How did she figure it out? He had a mask. It's kind of a dead give away. Now she was trailing him in the general direction of the fancy mansion. A big party! She giggled. She wouldn't be noyiced if she matched. Hiding in the trees, she abondoned her boyish outfit and pulled her dress on.

A mask? Oh well. Too bad.

((Her pretty dress: Click on these words!))

“Hey.”

One could almost see both vampires thinking the same thing is this werewolf. . response one ended with saving me, the second was a spew of colourful vocabulary. The nameless vampire leapt backwards as James’ hand hardly touched the back of his own, Louise seizing on the chance to stumble away and bolt without a word of thanks.

“. . your welcome,” James grumbled, then turned his only eye back on the assaulter. He had mysteriously turned tail too. Were all vampire’s this cowardly? He touched the gap in his right eye socket, or would have if the mask hadn’t been there. . no, but maybe these century’s worth of blood suckers were.

James sighed. He could see tonight stretching on, and on.

Before he could head into the great hall where it appeared the very heart of the Ball was being held, James was distracted by a soft, familiar scent prodding at his nose, demanding his attention. The wolf didn’t bother to glance around, lack of eyesight hindered this, so he followed his nose instead. It directed him over to a very welcoming sight.

“Ethelwin, hi,” James graced the other wolf with that rare smile of his. Both of them seemed to be radiating the same aura of why the hell are we here?. “. . it’s good to see you,” or fantastic rather, but Ethelwin didn’t have to know that. Then he felt something jab into the back of his skull. Someone was watching him?

Turning around, James scanned the crowd, eye falling on a petite, red head girl with a silver-y blue dress. She was opening gawking at him. And she smelt. . odd. A wolf, but not a wolf. A fox?

“. . why is she staring at me?”



Louise made his way through the crowd, shoving while he went. He just wanted to get out, damnit! Awah, this was way too stressful on him. .

However there was a bit of a hold up near the double doors. Some idiot outside was blocking the flow. And that idiot- Louise couldn’t understand how he didn’t see this coming- was a very scruffy, familiar face.

“Ah- Ziggy?”

The little guy was looking almost as nervous as Louise felt. He was wearing a somewhat. . interesting attire. “You look. . . good.”

Ethelwin was to overwhelmed by the mixture of scents to notice James standing nearby. When he heard him he turned to greet him feeling slightly embarassed by the fact he couldn't have picked out such a familiar presence. It had been quite some time since he had been around people in general let alone a crowd like this. It would take some getting used to.

With a slightly visible strain of effort he pulled himself off the wall and a few steps further towards the sea of people. A smile swept across his face as he gave a slight nod. "Tis nice to meet you as well. A familiar face is always a miracle in a place like this." he took a quick glanceover of the large collection of people, his stomach twisting in knots. A miracle indeed. he thought aloud, his words a mere whisper.

His mind was working in overdrive as he tried to organize his thoughts. The number of people presently in the room put him on edge, not to mention he still couldn't pick out any one person. In addition to his emotional struggles he was still trying to figure out the reason behind the whole ordeal. It wasn't a common occurance to have so may in one place at once and certainly not a mixture of both vampires and werewolves. The two just didn't mix and although most seemed to be presenting themselves reasonably, there was bound to be trouble.

Arlia: Whatever his brother said...
This werewolf only came to see all the pretty girls. His brother made him come.
Oliver: Cammy-ish?
He finds vampire politics fascinating, and wants to see what results from this masquerade. He thinks that some vampires need this ruler and it keeps them in check. And he did not make his brother come.


Nikkie blushed. The boy and seen her. She flipped her hair and turned to look at the rest of the crowd. Biting her lip, she watched him greet someone from the corner of her eye. She tried to smell, but it was hard to determine what the guy was between the overwhelming aroma of candles and the seething crowd. She gave a little sigh and moved away from them.

Staring down at her sneakers, Nicole realized how out of place, she looked. She didn't have a mask or nice shoes. She shrugged and vaguely wondered how all these vampires and...werewolves knew each other. If they didn't know each other, how else had they gotten together? She cursed, looking for a nice chair to sit on or a snack table. Turning, she hissed quietly. There was no way to escape this godawful crowd.

"That one." Arlia pointed at a random girl in the crowd and stared up at his brother. Oliver smirked and shook his head. The younger brother cursed and scanned the room again. "That one." He pointed at a tall girl with a green dress. Oliver nodded slightly and his brother grinned. "All right. Your turn."

By now you might be wondering what they're doing. Well, I'll tell you. It's a game...I guess. One tries to find a girl that the other thinks is cute. Unfortunately, Arlia isn't all that picky. So Oliver seems to be having an easier time. Oliver peered through the crowd and spotted a small girl with a silvery blue dress. He nodded towards her and Arlia smiled. "Oooh. Freckles. Hey, let's go talk to her."

"Arlia." The elder looked up and sighed. "Don't get into any trouble." He glanced around and headed outside. He need a cigarette.

Nikkie looked up to see a tall boy moving towards her. She eyed him cautiously as he leaned against the wall next to her. "Hi. I'm Arlia. Werewolf." He grinned at her as she noticed the height difference. Were all werewolves so damn tall? She nodded. "Nikkie. I'm Nikkie. So you're a werewolf? That's...cool."

He nodded, his eyes drifting. "So are you a vampire then?" Nicole blushed and shook her head. She found herself trying to smell him. Arlia let her lean towards him, feeling triumphant. He had a smug look on his face. "Are you a wolf? Human?"

"No. No, more like a..were-fox?" She suggested weakly. He raised an eyebrow. God, that sounded adorable. Putting an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer and watched her expression. Unaware of the flirting, Nikkie pressed herself to his side and inhaled. He smelled nice, she concluded. Pleasant, like nature. She smiled. "I like the way you smell."

"Thanks." Arlia let his green eyes stare down at her dress and...sneakers? He chuckled. "I like your shoes, Very cute." He watched her blush again and play with the bow on her outfit. He smirked and tugged at the end of a strand of red hair.

"You'll have to excuse my younger brother." Arlia sighed as Oliver reappeared on the other side of Nikkie. "He can't tell the difference between a pony and a baby horse. It's a good thing he hasn't run into any wild boars."

Piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd of immortals. The intense gaze of the Halfling searched for two people well vampires. A slight smirk crossed Kaylee’s lips as she found whom she had been looking for. Though it did not seem that any other immortal had caught the slight affectionate motion between the two high authority figures she had. Kaylee watched in disgust as Lacroix played the woman like a violin. He was simply using the woman, like pawn and seemed to have no idea how little she really meant to him. When the prince turned away the assassin turned her attention to another conversation.

More disgust screwed up the half vampire half werewolf’s features as she watched girls of all races swoon over a man telling false lies about his oh so heroic near life experiences. Walking past the man Kaylee let out a very un-lady like snort that could be easily heard by him.

Annoyance and boredom easily swept through her bones as the minuets ticked by. How could anybody stand these types of events? Heaving a sigh Kaylee slumped herself into a chair drumming her nails impatiently on the table. Her legs were crossed but much in a way you would see a man sitting, old hobbits die hard and this particular female had not sat like one in over 600 years.


Devon chewed on her lip unconsciously. She didn’t no anyone here having never spent much time in the vampire world and was quite uncomfortable. The vampire looked around hoping to see a familiar face but highly doubted that she would.

The girl’s eyes lit up as she saw a familiar form. Devon hurried over to a woman in a pale white gown and white heals. Timidly the woman said, “Um hi, I don’t mean to intrude but I though you looked familiar, are you by any chanced name Eve?”

Hope shined clearly through her eyes.

Ooc: Hmmm. Lily may be gone for awhile. But let us all continue, hey?

Bic:

The staring vixen had lost interest. Yes, he was about eighty percent sure she had fox blood in her, not that he had any idea how that worked. . .

And Ethelwin was fidgeting worse than a bloody bunny with fleas, and it was very irritating. It wasn’t like James was a social butterfly, but it looked like the red head was having a worse time than he was. He supposed all the smells and crush of bodies was a bit disconcerting. James gave him a look, then remembered wearing a mask didn’t allow it. “Come on, let’s go be antisocial misfits together,” he joked, linking his arm through Ethelwin’s and pulled him towards the Ball Room.

“Ah, stop looking like I’m the hangman- it’s not so bad- hey, they have a buffet,” if it was possible, his invisible tail would be wagging. Upon entering said Ball Room, the room was large and spacey and some what cleaner than the Entrance Hall. There was a live, classic orchestra performing something slow, and everyone dancing seemed to be vampiric, and everyone mooching by the walls or in the shadows was wolfen.

Wow, segregation much?

And the buffet table was well. . . a joke. Clearly the vampires actually had a sense of humour. As they didn’t eat, it was strictly wolf only- or more like dog only. There was a plate of bones, a large punch bowl of plain water and a dish of what looked suspiciously like kibble.

“What the hell is this?” James snarled, letting go of his friend and picking up one of the bones like it was mocking his existence. “They have some nerve. . .”

Ethelwin reluctantly tagged along, not having much say in th matter as he was dragged off into the mass of bodies. He had to give James some credit for his rather lame joke, being an antisocial misfit in a place where no one knew who you were could be quite interesting if you thought about it. A smile crept over his face in spite of himself as he now willingly followed behind.

He chanced a glare in James' direction thought he knew it could not be seen all too well. "In a way you are the hangman in this equation. I feel like a reverse asthmatic. Theres just too much being shoved into my lungs for me to bear it. It's a wonder I'm not dead." He said with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. The destination in question wasn't something he currently looked forward to either.

At the moment the thought of food sickened him. When they made there way over to the buffet he nearly laughed a the setup. He did however laugh at James' outburst. He unlaced his arm and paced over to the table where he picked up a stray glass, filling it with water. The cooling liquid helped to momentarilly chase down the choking effect the mess of scents had on him. "Oh give a dog a bone and just roll with it." He joked, a playful smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. He had to admit, the situation at hand was nothing less than amusing.

Amina stepped into the throng of vampires and werewolves completely at ease. She had never paid much attention to the vampiric community and it was not her way to expect that anything might go wrong. She'd heard of this ball from Alexander, who was at her side- he had made it clear that Eric would be in danger here, and she shouldn't bring him along. Instead, he would escort her, as they had in the old days- back when they were human- and Eric had been left out of the fun.

Ami wore a deep blue gown, trimmed with fine silver on the long, flowing sleeves. The under layer of her dress was also silver, though slightly lighter than the embroidery, and it was showed off by the hankercheif-style skirt in blue fabric. Her hair was pulled partially up in a net of perfect gold curls, two pearl pins keeping her long bangs out of her eyes, but kept them framing her delicate face.

Alexander looked dashing in an old-fashioned, coat-tailed blue suit. His clothing matched his sisters', as it always had when they were growing up. Silver and blue were their family's colors- their crest a moon and star. Despite the 600 years that had passed since either of the two had been announced at a ball as the Sinclairs, they both enjoyed reminiscing in these colors. They still felt pride for their family- they'd been high-esteemed royalty, though neither of them really remembered their titles.

Amina's ocean blue eyes scanned the crowds of people in the entance hall, but she didn't notice anyone that looked familiar. That wasn't very surprising since she'd rarely come across other vampires. There were werewolves here, too, though, and even Amina noticed the segregation between the two species. The werewolves were all edgy, nervous, and they didn't hide it as well as the vampires did. It made her a little edgy as well as her mind picked up all the conspiring thoughts of the people around her. The whole party seemed much more dangerous now that she knew what many of these lords and ladies were thinking, and for once, she wished that she couldn't read minds. These minds obviously didn't want to be read.