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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 5, 2008 13:32:23 GMT -5
Genn slipped her hand into Mikhail’s with a little blush, “Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you, too. Sorry to say, not all of it has been exactly ‘good’.” Somehow, she couldn’t imagine that bothering him all that much.
She frowned at Marie, “I can’t help but be a Goody-Two-Shoes! I’ve tried to be bad, but it’s hard! I am the shame of my family.” Genn tilted her head back, resting a hand, palm-up, delicately at her temple in an exceedingly dramatic pose. “I think, if my mother would have known I’d turn out so wholesome, she’d have drowned me in the bathtub as a baby.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 5, 2008 20:50:57 GMT -5
Armand smiled and touched a finger under Zizzy's chin. "Thank you." He kissed the top of her brow. "But I'm not ready to come back. Perhaps someday, but for now..."
He twirled her away from him, then spun her back. "I don't miss it as much as you think. My favorite things aren't here," he added pointedly.
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Alexander gave Mary a mock salute. "If you insist. Remember my dance," and without much ado, left to talk to Marie and Genn, only to have some-guy-he-thought-he-should-know-but-maybe-not approach them first. He paused, debating on continuing. The guy looked a little too.... frou-frou for them to have much chance at bonding.
With the mental equivalent of a shrug, he went anyway. What else did he have to do? Slipping right on in to the conversation he added, "Well we would have later anyway, but by that time you'd bewitched Dad." He placed a loud, obnoxious and brotherly kiss on her cheek. "You look like Halloween morning, darling sister. Miss Antoinette," he nodded at the French woman and then paused at Mikhail. "Alexander Ira," he introduced himself.
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Post by Jules on Oct 5, 2008 21:39:07 GMT -5
She looked somewhat surprised when he spun her back, he was too self-deprecating by half. "You can dance." She declared and grinned a little. "I had no idea."
The thought that she was his favorite thing made her warm, soothed her and she was glad to have said what she did. At least now she could let go of the smidgen of guilt she'd felt about avoiding it.
"Honestly, you, Mr. Recluse, can dance." She continued, "Where'd you learn this from?"
------ Returning the kissed upon Mikhail's own cheeks, she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes jokingly at him. "Of course I do." She tilted her chin up for a fraction of a second but his attention was on Genn again so she let the haughty stance go to see Alexander heading their way. Marie smiled very close to genuinely when he greeted her. Even if he had apparently gone off the deep end, as was evidenced by his choice in girlfriend, he had enabled a very fun and memorable day. Therefore, she was almost bewildered by the formal tone with which he addressed her. Surely after the day that started on the beach they were somewhat more familiar with each other?
She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, perhaps letting her lips linger a little longer then was proper before pulling back. "Alexandair. You still owe me a date. Iz not nice to keep a lady waiting."
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Post by Cozy on Oct 6, 2008 1:34:09 GMT -5
Laughing delightedly at Genn's reply, Mikhail smiled broadly, "Well, that just makes everything that much more interesting, wouldn't you say, hm~mm?"
He glanced up as Alexander approached them, giving the man a quick once-over. Ooh. This must be the brother, and Prince. And easy on the eyes, on top of all that. This would be a good night.
"A pleasure, to be sure." He purred, taking his hand in a delicate shake, "Mikhail Ilyin."
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 6, 2008 20:28:20 GMT -5
Genevieve was by no means socially awkward, but she couldn’t help but envy Alexander’s ability to just seamlessly slip into mostly any conversation. She grinned and elbowed him lightly, “You clean up well, too. It’s almost like someone at a fully-functioning mental capacity dressed you. Bizarre.” Genn said it, of course, because she had arranged his outfit, put it in a garment bag, and delivered it to him herself.
Re-linking her arm with Marie’s, Genevieve snorted, “Don’t hold your breath, Marie, dear.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 6, 2008 22:06:42 GMT -5
Alexander's cheeks warmed slightly as Marie's lips connected with his cheek, not really in an embarrassed way, but a natural reaction to a pretty girl's affections. "Ah, well," he said, recollecting himself. "If you ever buy a decent bike, we'll talk. If you think I'm letting a newbie take mine for a spin, think again."
He shook Mikhail's hand, almost afraid to grip too hard lest he break the man's delicate fingers. He raised an eyebrow at Mikhail's tone. Well. Apparently, he did clean up nice. But then again, who could blame them? --if he wasn't himself, he'd be all over him too.
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Armand tried to hide his smile for a more offended expression. "Don't act so surprised," he said.
And then, with a dramatic and graceful dip, if he did say so himself, he swooped her low to the ground and then back to his chest. "Host enough big-wig parties, and you pick up a thing or two."
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Post by Jules on Oct 6, 2008 22:35:30 GMT -5
Marie rolled her eyes at him because that wasn't quite how she remembered the conversation going, but whatever. He probably had to prove his manliness after the fact he was whipped by someone like Nellie had gotten out.
"So, we could all dance and it'd be fun and all, but I've got somezing bettair." Not quite looking at Genn, she pulled a flask from somewhere in the tulle folds of her dress. "Truth and dare, but---" She shook the flask around "---wiz some serum to make sure no one cheats." She grinned devilishly.
"There's a room already ready and whoever does not come can expect not to 'ave ze social life for quiet some time." She winked and trotted off to hook in the other two people she wanted to come to her little game.
With a smoothness that was incredible, really, Marie interrupted Armand and Zizzy's dance, effectively leaving the girl without a partner and her own hands at Armand's shoulders.
Zizzy stood there, a little bewildered---mostly amused, and watched.
"Would you like to play a game?" Marie asked of the Prince. "Your little friend could come along too, I guess, even if she isn't exactly ze most well bred."
Zizzy had overheard that and raised an eyebrow, have tempted to shock the little french coquette.
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Post by demitri on Oct 6, 2008 23:17:23 GMT -5
((sorry, this post was all screwey))
As if winning the award for “most awkward moment of quiet antisocial to walk into a room” Demitri pushed through the opera house door He had been invited by Alex and had tried to look presentable by wearing a very prim suite, customary white gloves that would be taken off after his own demise or to wash his hands for twenty minutes. Running a hand over his slicked back blonde head he pushed the doors open and shuffled in Quickly glancing around for Alex as if surrounded by social sharks and he was the only life raft with a harpoon on it.
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Post by redtopaz on Oct 9, 2008 17:40:02 GMT -5
OOC: Timeline, what timeline? Mercedes SO isn’t kidnapped right now >.>…
Mercedes opened the cleverly camouflaged side door that ordinarily served as a stagehands passage. One of the benefits of being the former Artistic Director’s daughter was she got to learn all the little hide-aways and secrets of the building at an early age.
She’d spent the first art of her evening pleasantly dining on criminals and convicts, a trait Alexander apparently shared. She’d narrowly avoided running into him in a two-count killers consciousness and had quickly ducked into nearby arsonist. She hadn’t quite felt like dealing with him at the time. Feeding was a private affair to most Nightmares.
She looked around the crowd, futzing in her borrowed evening gown. It had been her mother’s at one time in the not-to-distant past. It was red, with surprisingly no print, strapless, with a flare skirt and ruching from the bodice to just below the hips. She had a matching stole and red leather handbag. The jewelry was hers, gold chandelier earrings she practically never wore and red satin chocker. Her hair was down for once, wavy and everywhere between her crown and the tops of her thighs.
Mercedes scanned the crowd again. Bela had hinted she might be taking the non-conformist route and boycotting the party, but Mercedes was still secretly hoping to see her hermanita. She did catch a few familiar faces… The royal sibling-trio, First Deputy Mary… Mercedes frowned. She really didn’t have many friends. Well, she shrugged to herself, now was a good time to make some. If only she wasn’t so nervous… Okay, Plan B, Mercedes bee-lined for the refreshments table and tried not to look too much like a wallflower.
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Nex hadn’t been 100% sure about whether he’d be accepted in as part of the Nightmare ‘crowd’ until he’d remembered that there were marelocks a lot more Dream than him that would likely be there. He’d gone out and bought a pair of black slacks and those stuffy-looking leather shoes that actually turned out to be really comfy. That had been all he’d been able to afford. After that he’d just grabbed a white long-sleeved and a black vest out of his closet. The shirt was at least button up, so it didn’t look to sloppy. He’d brought a black hoodie, but checked it at the door.
He immediately started chatting up a nearby swamp monster. When that conversation ended, apparently swamp folk weren’t big talkers, he began to look around for another conversationalist to entertain himself with. What he landed on was Finola. He grinned broadly. A familiar face! Perfect. She was standing off to the side, and anyone not already doing something obviously needed to be entertained.
“Hi, Finola” he greeted once in hearing range. He walked right up to her and took up the spot on the wall next to her. “Having fun?” he asked with genuine interest. He looked at the dancers. If she didn’t shoo him off, he’d probably ask her to dance…
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Post by Cozy on Oct 10, 2008 16:19:08 GMT -5
Eyes widening slightly with delight, Mikhail let out an excited coo. "Oh, Marie, darling, what an absolutely perfect idea!" He cried, linking an arm in hers to allow her to lead him. Oh, there were so many lovely people he simply couldn't wait to sink his claws into!
"Naturally, you know I'd tell the truth even without a drink. I always do. But of course, I do so favor the dares."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 10, 2008 23:43:51 GMT -5
Alexander watched, curious, as Marie left to recruit his brother and Zizzy. He saw her cut in and could only guess at what she had said, but judging by the suddenly frosy look Armand acquired, it hadn't exactly been decorous.
Well, whatever. One less wet rag to the party if he decided not to join them. He leaned down and whispered to Genn. "Armand just got his Nasty Look, I don't think Marie's being very nice to Zizzy."
He glanced up and spotted Demitri coming through the door, with a stiff, slightly humiliated formality, and nearly laughed. He sent a little flame that popped into the air in front of Demitri and took the shape of a Jessica Rabbit type figure. In cursive letters, fire words appeared beneath her that said, Hey cutie, come join the party. Then she pointed in Alexander's direction.
And then he saw Mercedes and he thought, Why not? As long as he was issuing invites, he might as well invite someone that would get them all busted if things went too far. He sent her another little fire-figure, but this one became a shy school boy, and the words beneath him read, I have a crush on you, will you play with me? Check yes or no with an arrow pointing at Alexander, who blew her a kiss.
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Armand blinked in surprise as suddenly it was not Zizzy between his hands, but someone else, a girl he thought he recognized but couldn't quite place until he remembered she was one of Genn's friends. Marie, he was pretty sure.
He frowned at Marie's invite. His little friend? Not well bred? He didn't mind joining in her game, but if this was any sign of how Zizzy would be treated all night, he'd sooner play with a cactus. "I don't think so," he said simply, coolly.
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Post by Jules on Oct 10, 2008 23:55:53 GMT -5
Marie rolled her eyes and looked back at his 'girlfriend'. Apparently he was as attached as Genn had said. "I am sorry. I am not ze nicest person all ze time. I am trying zo." She let go of Armand to link her arm through Zizzy's.
"You look very pretty tonight, cherie." She offered, but was looking at Armand as she said it, as if to say 'See? I can play nice.' Which wasn't how she was going to play all evening, but for now, to get them in, she'd try her hardest.
"Would you like to play?" This time she addressed Zizzy head on, even if the girl was beneath her in more ways then one (except the literal meaning).
Zizzy just kind of stared at the girl and then couldn't help shocking her just a little. Marie jumped, anger flashing through her eyes, but it was gone in a second, replaced by a saccharine sweet smile.
"C'mon, eet will be fun."
Zizzy would actually like to play, it seemed like it might be fun, but not if it was going to be a bunch of people like Marie acting incredibly fake towards her. She slide out of the french woman's hold and took Armand's hand in her own. Only a little bit to prove he was hers and not Marie's. Only a little.
"I guess."
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Post by Cozy on Oct 11, 2008 14:21:50 GMT -5
Mikhail arched an eyebrow just slightly. Though the moment had been brief, he had easily seen the almost-imperceptible change in Marie's face. Something from the awkward-looking waif, no doubt. It was a pity, really, that her companion was so attached, though. He looked to be a pretty enough pick. Striking, strong, and a Prince, no less!
Perhaps he would play if the little scattered-looking one did. At her agreement, he smiled thinly, "Oh, wonderful! What lovely spirit." He nearly purred, though he couldn't help but raise his chin the tiniest bit as his eyes found her.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 12, 2008 2:24:53 GMT -5
Peoplewatching was just as fun, if not more fun, than dancing, in Finola’s opinion. She had been perfectly content to lean against the wall and make scientific observations of the people around her, noting behavioral aspects of various partygoers as if they were rats in a maze. So, when Nex approached, Finola had to blink several times to bring herself back to the here-and-now.
“Oh, yeah. Loads of fun,” she answered sincerely, though her flat expression suggested she was being sarcastic. “And yourself? You look nice.” Even her compliments sounded rather unenthusiastic.
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Genevieve, though she tried not to show it, was suddenly very nervous. She toyed with the necklace at her collarbone, a sign to those who know her body language well enough that she was ambivalent. Truth and dare was fun, but with so many people, and where she actually had to tell the truth, even if it was super embarrassing? Marie honestly kind of scared her, but she didn’t want to risk looking weak.
“I cannot imagine Marie being nice to Zizzy,” She commented to Alexander, running a hand through her hair, “I’ll apologize to them for her later. But hold on, I’m gonna see if Finnie and her friend want to play.” With unnerving (and obviously hereditary) grace, Genevieve made her way across the room to where her cousin stood. With some boy?? Was Finola flirting? No way.
“Finnie!” She greeted, swooping in and kissing her cousin on the cheek, “You look effortlessly chic, as always.” Seamlessly, she turned to Nex, offering a hand to shake. “Hello, I’m Genevieve Ira, pleased to meet you. My friend is starting up a little game of truth and dare. Would you like to play?”
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Post by demitri on Oct 13, 2008 11:16:28 GMT -5
Demitri started, leaning back suddenly as the sexy fire starter appeared before him Cute Very cute He pushed up his glasses as he glanced over at Alex A smirk Thank god For a moment he thought he would be stuck with socialites at some party where they dared to socialize with one another How frightful that would have been. He crossed over to Alex, “Excuse me, but I believe I was mislead to think there would be a beautiful woman here, but all I see is a scruffy raggamuffin with a penchant for mischief and destruction.”
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