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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 20:42:06 GMT -5
"I would be honored," Christine said softly, smiling up at him. Whoever this was, was quite the gentleman. She allowed him to position her in the proper position for a dance for this time frame. Her cheeks were a soft crimson as she found herself fitting quite nicely in his embrace.
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Post by Sky on Jun 3, 2006 20:46:53 GMT -5
Leading his companion out onto the dance floor, Sky smiled as he felt the girl fit quite nicely into his arms. Before he could think another thought about this disconcerting realization, the orchestra began to play and Sky's feet instinctively began to guide the two of them around the room in a smooth waltz.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 20:54:44 GMT -5
Christine only wished that her company was Sky and that this was a normal party and not a masked ball. After all, he did owe her one decent dance after the disasterous one at his birthday party.
"You're quite the dancer, m'lord," she said quietly.
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Post by Sky on Jun 3, 2006 21:01:14 GMT -5
Sky bowed his head graciously as he responded, "Thank you; you should be pleased to know that the same compliment can be bestowed upon you as well."
Inwardly, however, Sky felt his interest waning. Out on the dance floor, they had grown so formal, which contrasted greatly to how they had acted on the sidelines. They had bantered and it had been entertaining . . . and it almost felt as though he was speaking to an old friend. Christine, namely. But now, whatever connection he had felt to his companion was gone and he found himself feeling like he had often felt at the balls thrown by his parents back in Eraklyon: bored and stifled.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 21:04:13 GMT -5
Christine glanced up at her companion. "You have no idea how tempted I am to reach up and snitch your mask off now and to hell with waiting for midnight. I mean," she said, blushing as she realized how unladylike she sounded. "Oh, bother..."
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Post by Sky on Jun 3, 2006 21:10:35 GMT -5
Hearing the music wind down for this particular dance, Sky smiled as he disengaged himself from his companion. Bowing formally, he said, "It has been a pleasure, m'lady." As he straightened, he admonished with a twinkle in his eye, "Now, be the lady you are and be good. No snitching off masks until it's time to do so, understand?" Giving the girl one last lingering smile, Sky then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 21:15:40 GMT -5
Christine sighed after their dance was done. Oh, that had to have been the highlight of her night. She quietly flitted through the room, stopping to talk with some of the people. Of course, she had a far too dreamy expression on her face since her dance with her prince charming. Hopefully, she'd get another dance with him before midnight. That would be nice and a perfect capper to the evening.
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Post by Layla on Jun 3, 2006 22:07:28 GMT -5
"Stupid, stupid, dress," Layla muttered as she pulled its cream colored hem out from underneath the foot of yet another person. The force with which she pulled, however, sent her reeling back, causing her to bump into the person behind her. The princess in her immediately leaping forth, Layla turned around quickly to say her apologies. "I'm so sorry; please forgive my clumsiness. It's just that this dress is . . . well, rather cumbersome." OOC: Tags Christine  |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 22:13:12 GMT -5
Christine tilted her head as she tried to place the voice. "Perfectly understandable. I rather wish I had been allowed to wear something far less feminine and far more comfortable." She brushed a lock of hair off her forehead and then brushed the fabric of her dress around the area of where she had been wounded not that long ago. She felt a slight twinge of pain - but nothing that was going to spoil her evening if she had her say.
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Post by Layla on Jun 3, 2006 22:17:38 GMT -5
With a laugh, Layla replied jovially, "Well, I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only female in the room who isn't in love with their gown. Me? I prefer practicality over looking like the belle of the ball. Unfortunately, one of my friends insisted that I wear this ridiculous gown; trust me when I say that she will be getting an earful from me when tonight is over."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 22:21:47 GMT -5
"Let me guess... Your friend has blond hair and golden brown eyes?" Christine asked, letting her mask slip a bit so the other girl could get a partial look at her face before she adjusted her mask and held a finger to her lips, almost as if signaling that the other should keep the slip a secret. She glanced about. "And yes, I rather have been allowed to wear something a little less frilly and fluffy but rules dictate that a girl must wear fluffy and frills and the boys get the comfortable clothing."
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Post by Layla on Jun 3, 2006 22:27:59 GMT -5
Layla bit her lip happily at finally recognizing a person amidst all the masks. She never had been good at these types of guessing games and it drove her crazy to always have to be on her toes about what she was saying in order to make sure she didn't say something that she wasn't supposed to say to someone. With a smile at Christine, Layla said in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "So, have you discovered the identities of anyone else? I don't think I have, well, besides," at this she lowered her voice, "Stella, obviously. Although, if I'm not mistaken, I could have sworn I saw Sky a little bit ago . . ." Craning her neck, Layla shrugged her shoulders slightly, "But he seems to have pulled a vanishing act. But then again, it probably wasn't even him." With a sheepish smile, she added, "I'm terrible at guessing these kinds of things."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 22:32:03 GMT -5
"No-one," she said. "Although, the man I was dancing with did seem familiar. Of course, hopefully, I'll find him again before midnight. I want to see who he is when he unmasks." She blushed shyly. "So, shall we go see if we can find the others?" Her gaze drifted to a corner and she quickly slapped her hands in front of her eyes. "So not looking," she whispered.
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Post by Layla on Jun 3, 2006 22:36:33 GMT -5
Layla laughed as she followed Christine's gaze. "Tell me about it; you'd think someone would have told those people that this was intended to be a classy party and not some cheap motel." With a smile, Layla said, "But anyhow, let's go find the others. Trust me when I say, it won't be difficult to locate Stella - she's the only one in the orange silk taffeta. It was her goal to stick out, and trust me, she definitely succeeded."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 3, 2006 22:39:50 GMT -5
"You know, I somehow figured she'd be in orange," Christine said quietly. Her gaze drifted across the room, trying to find her blond haired prince charming. "It's funny. The man I was dancing with. I felt so alive when I was bantering with him. We were teasing each other about what would happen when midnight rolled around. He accused me of turning into a chambermaid, whereupon I accused him of turning into a stable hand, and he was very irritated that I said stable hand and said he'd turn into a mouse," she said with a quiet laugh.
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