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Post by Micaela on Feb 10, 2008 16:52:52 GMT -5
((WARNING: This is for Sorcha and Liam (and Micaela to get things started ) ONLY. We'll throw a legit costume ball later.))
*Micaela oversaw the proceedings, dressed simply but nicely as some sort of water nymph for lack of inspiration. Basically, one of her older dresses slightly converted and made more flowy and watery.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 10, 2008 16:53:49 GMT -5
*Liam stood around, dressed as Paris, hiding from Marianne.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 10, 2008 16:59:57 GMT -5
*Sorcha waited until the ballroom was crowded to make her entrance. Her eyes were clear gray-green and sparkling, her skin radiant, if a little pale with terror of the event. She rubbed her thumb over the calluses on her palm.*
Yer a fraud, girl, an' they all know it.
*Micaela had helped her with her hair, threading it with seed pearls and pearl pins to hold it in place under the tiara, leaving loose tendrils to softly frame her face. She shivered a little, feeling somewhat exposed with the sleeveless gown and its rather low neckline. The gauzy fabric clung to her subtly and draped nicely into flowing lines. A white silk mask covered most of her face but for her mouth, chin and eyes.
She crept in quietly and hung back along the sides of the room, almost hiding behind a potted palm.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 10, 2008 17:10:29 GMT -5
*But of course nobody took her as a fraud. Liam recognized the redhead as dressed as Helen of Troy. There was something familiar about her... wasn't that his mother's tiara?* *He himself was in full ancient Trojan dress, mostly blue. He carried a bow and arrows, which he knew how to use but didn't intend on doing. He had leather greaves and sandals, as well as a dark leather domino mask.* *He picked his way over to the redhead... something about her drew him. He took her hand and bent low to kiss it.* "Surely the beauty whose face launched a thousand ships shouldn't be hiding behind the greenery." *He said, eyes flicking back up to her face. He recognized those eyes... but from where...* "COME ON MAN HOW MANY REDHEADS WITH GREEN EYES DO YOU KNOW"(( i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0332452/Troy-5393.jpg Minus the Orlando-ness. And with pants, not blue boho skirt.))
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 10, 2008 17:20:16 GMT -5
*Sorcha laughed softly.*
"She also started a war. I've no ambitions to instigate bloodshed tonight," *she said softly, copying Micaela's more cultured way of speaking so that her Irish accent barely tinted the flow of her speech.*
Shouldn't I be pissed that he's hitting on a strange girl even if it's me because he doesn't know it's me and for all he knows it isn't me?
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Post by Liam on Feb 10, 2008 17:22:35 GMT -5
"I believe you're on the verge." *He said teasingly, gesturing to a pimply boy about his age glaring openly at him. He'd seen the boy (Jeremiah Jameson, future Duke of Jameson) moving towards Sorcha but Liam had beat him there.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 10, 2008 17:28:02 GMT -5
"I see..." *she said archly.* "In that case perhaps it is best that I leave now before the trouble starts..."
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Post by Liam on Feb 10, 2008 17:30:58 GMT -5
*Liam snorted when, in the next instant, a very drunk Marianne was distracting Jeremiah. It was well-known that they'd carried on a dalliance a few years ago, and now, it seemed, they were heading towards the garden.*
"Well then. It seems you won't have any problems after all." *His opinion of Marianne was, quite clearly, not very good, and it never had been.* "Not as far as bloodshed goes."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 10, 2008 17:32:30 GMT -5
"Is he going to take advantage of her?" *asked Sorcha with some very real concern, dropping her flirtatious manner for the moment.* "...perhaps I should say something to her. She...she may, er...regret it. I mean--it would hurt a friend of mine to know she'd been...um."
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Post by Liam on Feb 10, 2008 17:42:51 GMT -5
*One by one, the clues dropped into place.*
Ohhhh shit. *After a very strange moment, he looked at her, the light behind his eyes having gentled some.*
"Your friend was never seriously attached to her." *He said, his voice gone into the soft tone that he only seemed to use around her.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 15:05:06 GMT -5
"An' how would ye know tha'?" *she asked, her own voice dropping to a lower register as gooseflesh broke out across her skin as a strange awareness entered into her mind--that voice...those eyes...*
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 15:15:55 GMT -5
*He looked her straight in the eyes, knowing immediately who it was for sure. No question about it...*
"It seems my mother's duped us into matching."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 15:19:25 GMT -5
"A strange and lovely woman, yer Mam is turnin' out t'be," *said Sorcha dryly.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 16:38:53 GMT -5
"I've never denied she's an oddball... but I can't say I disapprove of her choice." *He said in a low voice. This was his weird, roundabout way of saying 'I think you're purdy.'*
*And he didn't know what was going in with them. All things considered he'd thought they were over but looking at her he wasn't sure he wanted it to be... she looked so different from the way she normally did. She looked beautiful. Far better then Marianne, who'd gone as Marie Antoinette with all the trimmings: wig, cake, and massive flouncy skirt.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:01:21 GMT -5
*Sorcha flushed and raised a hand to fiddle with her hair self-consciously, her other hand resting at her throat so her arm somewhat covered what her low neckline exposed.*
"It's really all her doing. I'd've never dreamed of...of...er...dressing up and...well, a party," *she rambled, laughing a bit breathlessly, her nervous anxiety evident.*
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