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Post by cecelia emerson reese . on Feb 11, 2009 22:45:13 GMT 10
hide your f a c e so the   world will never f i n d you
Even Cecelia Reese had to admit, the delta girls had really done an amazing job turning the filming studio into a haunted looking gothic mansion. Of course it probably did help that they’d had old film sets and props available to them. Still though, Cecelia had to give them credit for a job very well done. The place really did look spectacular. Everything was so detailed too. Even the glasses set out around the punch-bowl looked like goblets, and the punch was a deep red colour. It was the intricate details that Cecelia appreciated and it looked as though she wasn’t the only one.
Though she wasn’t completely surprised. A lot of artistic people tended to pay attention to the finer details. They had to, because it was those finer details that could make or break a project. Cecelia knew in her own discipline that one over-looked detail could affect a whole line of clothing. If this event were a spring line though, every department store in the country would be trying to pick it up. Yes, Cecelia had nothing but praise for the Masquerade ball so far. However, she was Cecelia Reese and the night had only just started, so there was still plenty of time for her to pick something to critique.
In the meantime though, Cecelia was going to do something rather out of character and enjoy herself without making someone else feel miserable or picking apart things. Maybe she was growing soft, or maybe it was her Matthew related good mood, but the brunette found herself without the desire to be needlessly vicious. She was certain if a situation that called for it came up, she’d be more then ready. For now though, she was going to get herself some punch, and perhaps even mingle if she saw anyone that captured her interest. Which, given her current mood was more of a possibility then usual.
With her black lace covered hand, Cecelia held up the dark mask to her features. Though she knew she may get a saw arm from holding it, she felt her hand-held mask was a little more classy then having one held on with ugly white elastic. Besides which, it went with the era of the black and purple Victorian dress she had hired for the evening. Now, Cecelia usually wasn’t a fan of hiring clothes countless other people had worn, but purchasing a dress had proved difficult and she had seen this particular one and fell in love with it. She knew she just had to wear it to the Halloween party.
Moving across the room, Cecelia stopped at the lace draped table that held the punch, and a few other food and beverages. She also noted that there were servers mingling throughout the crowd. A touch that Cecelia rather liked. There was nothing more rude then excusing yourself from a conversation to go and stuff your face now was there? Picking up one of the goblets, Cecelia ladled a small amount of the blood red liquid into her glass. Bringing it to her lips to taste. Well well, even the refreshments were exquisite…
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Post by adelle diane st. clair . on Feb 25, 2009 12:03:21 GMT 10
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[/b][/font][/size] let loose, let go, have fun.[/color] - - - - -[/font][/center] As much as Adelle enjoyed house parties, the kind that were planned an hour before and generally weren't very organized, she loved planned parties, especially with a theme. Attending the Delta's Halloween Masquerade party had never been in question, it was a definite attendance for the girl. She'd been quite excited to see how it would go, considering there really hadn't been any fantastic parties lately. Plus, she was excited because Halloween wasn't really ever an event that Adelle had taken much part in when she was younger. There weren't a lot of people in her neighbourhood that went trick-or-treating, so the occasional small halloween get-together was all the girl remembered.
Finding the appropriate dress had taken a couple of weeks, and finally, Dee's mother had reccommended an independent designer in the area that she'd had the pleasure of meeting on one of her trips. Meeting with the seamstress was a little awkward, considering it was an elderly lady who hardly talked, but when Adelle went to pick up the dress a few days before the event, she was thoroughly satisfied. It was a deep crimson colored victorian ball gown with a thin black silky overlay on the bottom, and custom-designed with a fitted strapless bustier, decorated with black rhinestones and layered with an underlining of crinoline. Overall, it was a very gorgeous victorian style dress with a modern touch of custom design. The girl had made a mental note to thank her mother later.
Having a touch for doing her own hairstyling, Adelle had chosen not to book an appointment with a stylist, and instead spend just over an hour and a half turning her long wavy locks into a tight curled updo that was crisscrossed on the side and left with a couple neat falling ringlets in the back. The girl had chosen a delicate black mask decorated with red ribbon and a dusted sparkle to match her dress. It was a side-swept style of mask that covered both eyes, and more of the left side of her face, worn tied underneath her hair with a small red ribbon that was hardly noticeable. The mask was a lucky last-minute addition from the woman who'd made the girl's dress.
Arriving at the warehouse, Adelle gained entry and stepped through a crowd of people gathered near the front of the room, taking in the surroundings and all the decorations arranged ever so beautifully. If she didn't know she was at the warehouse, she would have taken the location for an actual ballroom in some expensive hotel. Dee found herself looking at the rest of the masked faces scattered throughout, and wondered how the hell she was going to find any of her friends. Suddenly, a familiar presence caught the young woman's attention at the food and drink table. It was Cecelia Reese, her best friend, and even a masked face that was undeniably recognizable to the girl.
Approaching the table, Dee let a little smile appear on her face as she found her turn to fill a goblet with the red punch which was practically the same color as her dress. Rounding to the other side where Cecelia was, Dee approached her friend and clinked her own glass with the girl's.
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Post by cecelia emerson reese . on Mar 5, 2009 11:10:07 GMT 10
hide your f a c e so the world will never f i n d you
Well, now that she was satisfied the punch actually pleased her taste buds, Cecelia lowered her goblet and filled it properly with the liquid, careful not to spill. There were certain etiquette standards for social gatherings that Cecelia had been taught growing up. Behaviours that a large portion of her cohort had clearly not learnt. None the less, Cecelia took care to maintain the standards she had come to expect from herself. One being that spilling food and drink only made you look like an uncouth slob. Although, Cecelia believed that to be the case in any situation.
Stepping aside from the punch-bowl, Cecelia heard a voice that caused a smile to stretch her features. Turning quickly, she beamed at the blonde. “Adelle!” She placed her glass down one the table, once it had been chinked by the other girl, and moved to draw her best friend into a hug. Kissing both her cheeks. Of course, it hadn’t been that long at all since she’d seen the other girl, but then again that’s how she was. Greeting friends was always a big ritual with Cecelia, and she always sounded like she hadn’t seen them in a life-time.
There was, perhaps, a touch of fakeness in the way she greeted her friends but that had more to do with her upbringing then anything. She’d been taught it was polite to greet people in such a way and since Cecelia completely embraced all the social airs and graces of the society she had grown up in, it was no surprise she carried them over into her new social setting. Especially with those she had known in her old social circles. Or were from a similar background. Simplified, those from money. Yes, she really was that much of a snob.
Breaking the hug with Adelle, Cecelia took up her glass once more and took a sip. Smiling. “Well I haven’t been here long enough to really enjoy myself.” she admitted, in answer to the other girl’s question. “However I must say, I do think they’ve done a rather good job with the set up.” She let her eyes roam around, taking it all in once more, before landing back on Adelle. “I also must say that your dress is simply exquisite Dee.” Cecelia picked up a small part of the skirt in her fingers, feeling the fabric. “Where did you find such a gem?”
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