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Post by lilyyyy on Feb 28, 2009 10:28:03 GMT 10
You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard stand up and paint me Any face that you wanted me to be Something about the very concept about a masquerade ball seemed just vain to the boy. And that was saying something, as Nathaniel Moore was one of the most vain people ever to grace the earth with their presence. But honestly, it seemed only to be a bunch of silly students running around in masks pretending that no one knew who they were. Even Nate couldn't get over how vapid the idea seemed. What was the point? Were these people really expecting to meet a mysterious stranger to sweep them off their feet? It just seemed like some sort of tired cliché.
In any case, Nate had never been one for the little social events hosted by the school anyways. There was rarely any alcohol, which automatically made it half as interesting as it might've been. Then, everything had to be all decent and sophisticated, which basically translated to stuffy and irritating. Of course, he hadn't much interest in the charity either. He wasn't all that certain that anyone did. The trust fund kids just seemed slap down a check in exchange for a spot on the VIP list. It was essentially buying social status. Nate had had no need for this, as he'd had the benefit of being the kappa president. Thank God for the Greek system.
Honestly, the boy had put literally no effort into the entire project. The sorority girls were the ones who enjoyed that sort of thing and maybe one or two of the kappas who were in need to service hours. All in all, Nate's job was essentially to show up and socialize and hopefully pick up some girls. Although by the looks of it, he'd have a bit of a difficult time. The guests weren't exactly the sort to toss off their garters anytime soon. At least not for him. Yes, the boy had made his way around the block with this lot, and he was rather certain they'd passed out warning posters with his face on them.
The general lack of amusement meant Nate had little more to do than hang out about the corner and people watch. Once and a while he might've danced with an arbitrary stranger, but for the most part he just stood on the sidelines. It was quite out of character for him, but what else was there to do? This was definitely not his scene and, as he would reap no benefit from actually socializing, the boy opted simply to bow out.
Sipping a fizzy thought completely virgin beverage, Nate observed the crowd. He specifically noted the individuals with the elaborate handheld masks and wondered how they planned to dance or do anything remotely interesting if they had to hold the silly thing up for the entire evening. His own plain black satin mask had already begun to grow uncomfortable, and he hadn't even needed to hold it up. In fact, everything felt uncomfortable. The tuxedo they'd insisted he wear was stuffy. His shoes were ill-fitting. His bow tie was too tight. Perhaps it'd be best to just leave. It didn't seem that anything or anyone interesting would be coming up anytime soon.
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Post by madison on Mar 2, 2009 14:26:14 GMT 10
Madison walked into the beautifully decorated warehouse a bit late. Granted, she has spent most of the day here already. As one of the delta pledges, she had been handed most of the decorating work. She was so sick of the warehouse and all the elaborate decorations that she almost didn’t bother coming back. She knew that that would get her in trouble with her sorority, however, so she had hurriedly thrown on her best dress, a long spaghetti – strapped gold gown, and a mask she had bought to match. It even had a gold ribbon to tie it on to her face. She put her hair up in a tight bun, thinking that that might help to throw people off, seeing as how she usually wore her hair down.
As Madison walked in, a half hour into the ball, she looked around to see if she could recognize any of the masked students. She soon realized that it was rather easy, especially with the Kappa boys. Most of them had just thrown on a cheap mask and hadn’t put much effort beyond that into disguising themselves. Most of the girls were easy to spot, too. Even in this setting where they were supposed to hide who they were, they felt the need to flaunt their own personal style. Ah, well, at least they were having fun. That was the point after all.
It was the fact that everybody that seemed to be having so much fun that made Madison decide that it was a good idea to have come. She loved to be around people who were having a good time. The essence of the euphoria in the air made it so much easier for her to be happy herself, despite the lack of alcohol. Speaking of alcohol, she was craving a rum a coke right now. Ah well, she thought. That could wait. Maybe she would be able to find an over-twenty-one-year-old to take her out for a drink once the ball was over. She knew it would end early. School events usually did.
It was then that she spotted a masked man across the room who was obviously none other than Nathaniel Moore. There was no mistaking his blond locks and aloof attitude. Despite what other people said about him, Madison liked Nathaniel. He was always nice to her and would always buy her drinks at the clubs without hesitating. He was one of the few seniors who didn’t seem to believe that they were superior to the newer students. Madison walked over to him without hesitation.
“Hello, stranger,” she said, with a wink from under her mask. “Are you enjoying the ball?” As she spoke, Madison grabbed coke from the nearby drink table. “Great beverage selection, aye?” she said, holding up the can in a mock toast.
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