dance with me - - DOMINIC, LUCAS, SIERRA!

[ROXY FAYE FINNIGAN]

roxy chewed her lip as she applied a coat of mascara to her eye lashes, that being the only make-up she did apply, save for a smidgeon of lip gloss... which she'd just half chewed off. sighing, she quickly re-applied it and fluffed her hair nervously. did she look okay? was the dress alright? would she stick out like a sore thumb? would she stumble? would she fall in those stupidly high heeled shoes? she really shouldn't have brought them, she wasn't used to walking in heels and she was sure to make a darned fool of herself right?

sighing, roxy took one last glance in the mirror before she took hold of her mask. one of the feathers had broken and she frowned slightly. picking up her wand from her bedside table, she quickly repaired it, smiling lightly and fixing it in place. she paused once more infront of the mirror, adjusting it before finally forcing herself to leave the room. she left her wand beside her bed, feeling no need to bring it with her - besides where would she put it?!

she had to lift the hem of the dress when she walked, clutching the silky fabric in her hands, peek of her shoes poking out as she headed out into the common room, ducking her head slightly, curls tumbling forward as she tried to hide from the glances of a couple of younger years hanging around in the chairs. one guy whistled and she blushed, hurrying faster and ducking out of room in her embarrasement.

she headed along to the great hall, smiling hello at a couple of people she saw along the way, not recognising anyone and finding it great that she couldn't recognise any of them - everyone looked great! she got her table number and made toward her table.. and then hesitated. her table had been pushed next to another - the numbers were still there but they firmly made a four seater table. odd... was that significant? did that mean something? nervous more now than before, roxy bit her top lip and made to sit, carefully folding the dress beneath her so she could sit, and she looked about her with interest, wondering who would be sitting at her table...and why the two tables where together...

( click to see roxy's outfit! )

[sierra]

Sierra was really disliking her older sister right now. She was in the middle of her common room, having just finished getting ready with her sister Pheonix she was grabbing her mask ed then her plan was to head to the great hall we're the rest of the people were congrigating. She ran a hand down the front of the white gown that covered her body. It fit her curves perfectly, and the strapless semi low cut gown was sure to get a few second glances. It wasnt often Sierra dressed like this. She much preffeded to hang around in jeans and boots, not frills and stappry shoes with heels so thin you could bearly see them. She glanced at herself in the full length mirror by her bed and bit her lip, careful not to smudge the lip gloss, it was just a touch darker than her lips. She had forced Phe to keep the make up light, and not be all heavey handed with it. After all, Sierra didnt want to look like a clown.

She grabbed a box from the chest in at the end of the bed and brushed the dust of it. It had been sent to her by her father, it had come with a note saying this had been her grandmothers when she turned 18, but he had sent it to her now instead. And since Sierra was probably never going to get married, she figured she might as well show off the pieces he had sent. She wasnt often sentimental, but this would mean a lot to her, it wasnt often she felt something for an item she owned. She moved back toward the mirror, and went to slip the amythest, drop style earings through her ears and moved to fasten the matching necklace around her neck and made sure it sat where it was supposed to. They were the only thing that had any color, in what she was wearing, and she couldnt help but smile when it looked right.

She reached down and grabbed the simple silver tiara off the bed and slid it into her hair, and pinned it into place so the pins couldnt be seen. She glanced back at the mirror and nodded slightly. "Well . . I guess I look okay" She said as she sighed and dropped everything back in the truck and sid her shoes into the heels she had taken off when she had returned, and slid the silver mask over her eyes, so at least some of her face was hidden and made to walk to the door, her fingers grasping the seemingly fragile material as she walked. She made her way into the green common room and looked around, she couldnt see anyone, and was half tempted to just sit in here and hear about the ball from Theia or someone . . but no, she kept walking and exited the common room. The heels made clicking noises as she walked through the stone corridor and she gritted her teeth. She hated the click noise, it was going to drive her mad.

Carefully lifting her dress slightly as she headed up the stairs toward the doors of the great hall she bit her lip, suddenly a little nervous. She shook her head slightly, feeing the loose curls fall back over her shoulder and she straighted up slightly. She was not going to be nervous. Who cared if everyone there was in gawdy castumes and she was the only one who had bothered to dress up. she highly doubted it, but still. Walking forward, her back straigheter than before, she walked through the doors to the great hall and looked around. Well it ceratinly looked diffrent, and she was glad she wasnt the only one who had the 'cinderella look' about them, though in Sierra's defence, that had been her sisters idea. She looked around for her table and she found it.

There was another girl sitting there and Sierra frowned slightly, the tables had been pushed together, looking around she saw their's wasnt the only one, and she looked back at the table. She walked toward it slowly and made to pull out one of the chairs and slid her hand over the skirt of the white dress as she sat, and looked at the other girl, her mind half wokring on trying to figure out who she was, the other half of her mind trying to figure out how she was supposed to breathe all night, what with the corsetted dress done up tightly so it fitted her perfectly. She glanced at the girl and brushed a loose strand of her of her face. "So I take it we've been paired together? . . or with the two other people?" She said, slightly confused.

(( okay! . . so poloyvore was being a dooche for me and i couldnt make her an outfit! so this will have to do! xDD ))

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[dominic]

There was something that appealed to Dominic about the whole masquerade ball. Perhaps it was because he was very attune with the Renaissance era, or that the notion of, essentially, being on a blind date with something that or were more likely than not unacquainted with, gave you the opportunity to get to know someone without the pretenses of standing. Some wouldn’t even give him the time of day knowing that he was muggle-born, and typically it didn’t bother Dominic, but this was an interesting behavioural experiment. He doubted that was really what the staff members had in mind for this little shindig, but it was part of the reason that Dominic had decided to go.

As he entered the Great Hall his hands ran over his tie smoothing it out, despite the already immaculate state of it. As was his usual, every detail of his person was in perfect order, not a hair out of place or a crease in his clothing that hadn’t been purposely put there. For all intents and purposes, Dominic was a pretty boy. He liked to be clean cut and good looking, well groomed and even better mannered. The setting, he felt, was very authentic and those that already littered the hall in their gowns and suits, masks obscuring their faces, made it all the more genuine. Dominic was impressed, to say the least.

After a respectable time of marveling in the beauty of the hall Dominic went in search of his table. It was an interesting concept; to pair two random people together, have them share a meal, converse and, if the pair was right, perhaps dance. But what of the same sex couples? If he wasn’t paired with a female, would it not be rude to leave his companion for the evening to ask a girl to dance, or vice versa? Why come to a ball if not to dance at some point? The rules of the evening were very foggy, but Dominic set it aside deciding that there was no reason to fret over something that might possibly not be valid in his case. Finding his table he found that it had been pushed together with another. That foggy feeling came back but he didn’t let it linger long. The girls sitting there already were stunning, one in a deep maroon and the other in ivory. He wasn’t sure which was the one he had been paired with but supposed it didn’t matter. “Lady luck has shown me great fortune. You both are pure visions.” Now usually was the time that Dominic would have introduced himself but the anonymous nature of a masquerade was the point of it all, no? He had an archaic way of speaking, but he didn’t see a problem with it. With a small bow before taking a seat himself.

Tux and mask

[LUCAS HARRY SHUNPIKE]

sugar we're going down swinging ,

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[ROXY FAYE FINNIGAN]

as roxy noticed a girl headed to her table she chewed her lip nervously, running her hands over the fabric of her dress and shifting anxiously in the seat. she glanced at the girl, trying to half figure out who she was, and half figure out if she was going to snap at roxy or play nice. that was the problem with this ball, you had no idea if people were going to be nice or not, because you didn't know who they were. sure that may be a good thing seeing as they'd be no chance of house predudice and such, but on the bad side you had no idea what was going to happen until they opened their mouth and you heard their tone...

"So I take it we've been paired together? . . or with the two other people?" well she didn't sound too unfriendly, roxy chewed her lip and looked at her. "uhm i think with the two other people.. but our tables were together... " she was still uncertain about that, and figured prehaps that it was a practical joke, but oh well there was nothing that could be done to it now, and things didn't seem to be too bad right now... she hoped the other people were nice.

now a guy was heading there way, though roxy had as much an idea of who it was as much as she did with the girl next to her. “Lady luck has shown me great fortune. You both are pure visions.” as the guy complimented them both, she blushed, ducking her head slightly and causing trendrils of honey brown hair to fall forward around her face, grinning gently at the guy. "thank you..you look rather handsome, yourself." she replied quietly, feeling the need to compliment him in return and yet a little formal in doing so.

.. and now a second guy - and obviously the last to sit at their table. he was tall, and her eyes widened slightly as she noticed his costume and she grinned. now that was ingenuius - a lot different, unique and original than all the princes and all out there. she was sure she recognised this man behind the mask but she couldn't be sure.. “Hey everyone! I hope you’re not about to murder me for being late. I had to look my best, you understand.” she grinned and nodded. "of course, though how you can take longer than most of the girls in this room is interesting..." she teased, itentifying the voice as lucas' and grinning with relief. thank god! someone she knew and would enjoy the company of.. not that these others weren't enjoyable but she was familiar with him..

( click to see roxy's outfit! )