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| Sapphire | Mar 2 2010, 10:37 PM Post #76 |
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Tag: Charlemagne Maybe it was because they had those masks there, but Sapphire didn't feel embarrassed that they were constantly in contact with his. They would depart for a moment whenever he twirled her but her eyes would go right back to looking at him. She smiled, shy, tentative but alluring. Her eyes sparkled from the pleasure that radiated from her. She wondered what he was feeling. What he was thinking. Was it very much different from her own? The atmosphere let her believe that at least they had somewhat mutual feelings. She didn't want to think of what it might be once the veil was lifted. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be the same. Another twirl and they were only connected at their hands until he pulled her back in. Sapphire believed she could never get tired of this. Not the dancing, oh no. That would have to end, eventually. It was more the atmosphere. “How is the lady enjoying our dance?” A soft breathy laugh escaped her lips. "I am enjoying it immensely." she replied. "You're a natural lead." The hand that was holding his squeezed lightly, no real meaning behind it. She sort of wished she hadn't worn the gloves. "And you, my dear king? I haven't stepped on your feet, at least." A playful smile and a soft chuckle. |
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| Sultan of Arabia | Mar 2 2010, 11:25 PM Post #77 |
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tag;; The Golden Girl Hm, what was that in her hand? He tried to peer over her at it, but the girl quickly hid it behind her back. Curious. The Sultan shrugged, and moved his gaze so he was looking back at Miss Goldilocks. Or Goldibody, rather, her locks weren't quite gold. He grinned as she returned the compliment. "Thank you! That's very kind of you to say." Sure, she was probably just doing it out of manner, but still! He looked out of this country, which was what he was going for. Seeing as he didn't own anything pretty and European. He was too poor--- no, wait! He was Sultan, he just didn't want those silly Western garments. He would take a turban over that any day of the week. That sounded better. "Eh, depends really." The Sultan blinked, and rubbed his chin. "It depends? You're either cold or you aren't, right?" if she was feeling cold, well, he had a shawl for her to wear. If not then more layers for him. This golden girl was kind of confusing him, with her bottles that she hid from view and her strange answers. Still, he couldn't be impolite and point this out too bluntly. He smiled at her a little. "It's kind of exciting not knowing who anyone is, don't you think?" |
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| Charlemagne | Mar 3 2010, 04:53 AM Post #78 |
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tag,, Sapphire Despite the mask, his partner was pretty easy to read. Her smile, her eyes behind he mask. The way their eyes never parted unless they absolutely had to. He liked that about her, there was no petty denial. No bickering. She was honest, and the way her eyes lit up when he was dancing with her like this, it made him feel good. It had been a while since a woman and looked at him like that, as something more than just a handsome face. Part of him wondered what she would do when the clock struck twelve and the masks came off. She wasn't shy, per se, in person. Rather, bashful. Maybe inexperienced. Hopefully the experience tonight would carry over into the morning. Charlemange knew tha doing this wasn't wise, considering the nature of things, but was having too much fun to stop. "And you, my dear king? I haven't stepped on your feet, at least." The king smiled. "The night is young, there is still time," he said. "But no, I couldn't ask for a better dance partner." He twirled her once, as the song came to an end. Charlemagne frowned, and he hesitated to resume normal standing position. Instead, he waited, for once content with seeing what she would do. |
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| Sapphire | Mar 3 2010, 06:23 PM Post #79 |
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Tag: Charlemagne "The night is young, there is still time. But no, I couldn't ask for a better dance partner." Sapphire smiled brightly as he said this, only to be spun and have the music end. She laughed lightly as his frown. Was he disappointed that the song had ended so soon? Another was bound to start up again... but she really didn't feel like dancing again just yet. "I'm glad, then." she replied and slowly slipped the hand that had been on his shoulder off and placed it at her side. The hand that had been holding onto his, however, she left there. But this time, she used it to guide him away from the dance floor. Perhaps they could get something to drink...what else did one do at a Masquerade besides dance and socialize? And then an idea came to her. They got further away from the dance floor and closer to the exit before she turned to him, eyes sparkling with excitement and asked, "How about we get away from here for a little while? I know the perfect place!" She waited for his reply, hoping he would agree with her, after all... it would give them more time. Alone. |
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| Charlemagne | Mar 3 2010, 08:13 PM Post #80 |
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tag,, Sapphire As her hand slid from his shoulder, he removed his hand from her waist. He smiled gently at her, tightening his grip on her other hand as she led him off somewhere. Where, he wasn't sure. For once he wasn't keen on the idea of socialising with others, and she knew about his choices when it came to drinking. Unless she didn't know who he was, which at this point seemed doubtful. It seemed she was leading him outside, peculiar. What did she have in mind? "How about we get away from here for a little while? I know the perfect place!" Ha, how could he deny that face? Not that she was begging, but she looked so... happy, it was hard to say no. Though he wouldn't have, anyway. After all, the King had just lamented the number of people here mere moments ago. "That sounds good. Lead on, Lady Sapphire." |
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| The Golden Girl | Mar 3 2010, 10:30 PM Post #81 |
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Tag: Sultan of Arabia "Uh..your welcome," as all she said for his thanking of her compliment, if one would call it that. She began to wonder just who this boy was. Had she ever seen him before or perhaps he was new to the island. His voice and body stature gave his age away, definitely close to her own. If she was correct then that must mean he went to the same school as her, of course, but as she thought about all the boys who attended the one room schoolhouse none of them seemed to match the one standing before her. The Golden Girl however didn't have that great of an attendance so that must have been why she couldn't put a name to the uh... body. Once she realized he planned on sticking around and talking for a bit she let out a sigh. She wanted to continue drinking her champagne until she was nearly falling over with each step and with the Sultan boy here she couldn't really do so, but did she want to find someone to talk to not that long ago? Everyone else was much older then she so he would have to do. "Hold on just one moment," she said while holding her index finger up in the air. The Golden Girl then turned around slightly and took another large gulp from the bottle before turning her attention back to the Sultan boy. "Well it depends," she said repeating herself, "like while I am inside I'm fine, but while hanging around outside I'm freezing my ass off." "It's kind of exciting not knowing who anyone is, don't you think?" The Golden Girl just shrugged her shiny shoulders. "Eh, I dunno," she started to say, "because even if no body was wearing a mask I don't think I'd know who they were even then." |
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| Sultan of Arabia | Mar 6 2010, 05:17 AM Post #82 |
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tag;; Golden Girl He rubbed the back of his head, though found only turban. No hair. Growing up his father had never made him wear a turban, it felt a little heavy on his head. No wonder his dad always had always had a headache (no it had nothing to do with the six kids in the house, not at all.) Anyway, Goldilocks seemed nice. The Sultan was just glad he wasn't alone in his... youngness. What with all the pretty couples here, he felt a little strange. He couldn't ballroom dance, as far as he knew, but could do some other fun moves. Breakdancing... did Sultans break dance? If no he had other moves up his sleeves... turban. "Hold on just one moment," Wih a wave of her hand, she swivelled around. He tried to peek over her shoulder but to no avail. He grinned when she turned back around. What was she holding in her hand? It looked like a bottle, didn't seem like a big deal to him. He nodded slowly at her response of coldness factors. "If you're ever cold, I have a shawl you would wear. It even goes with your... skin." He suddenly realised something. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself, and here I am asking questions about you. I am Sultan... er, I guess." He attempted a sweeping bow, only for his mask to being to slip off the bridge of his nose. In an attempt to keep it attached, he slapped his hands to his face. There. "Er... and you are?" he asked, standing up. |
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| The Golden Girl | Mar 7 2010, 06:48 PM Post #83 |
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"Sultan huh?" the gold painted girl asked with a smirk, "that's um.. an interesting name." She nodded her head while trying to hold back a laugh. Hopefully the guy wasn't being serious, but of course he wasn't. Who in the world would name their child Sultan, nobody that was who unless they were on some sort of drug during the birth. Standing up, with bottle in hand, the girl did a curtsy before him before taking another drink. This time she didn't hide the fact she was drinking right out of a champagne bottle. "Your highness," she playfully joked, "if it so pleases you..you may call me 'The Golden Girl'." It was a simple name, nothing to be proud of but it fit her well, especially tonight. "Would you care for a drink?" she then asked while holding out the bottles, "it's their best champagne they have to offer, since they don't have anything else good enough to drink." With a roll of her eyes, meant for whoever came up with the idea of a non-alcoholic Masquerade, she shoved the bottle closer to The Sultan. |
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| Sultan of Arabia | Mar 7 2010, 08:25 PM Post #84 |
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tag;; Golden Girl "Yep, that's my name. Don't wear it out," he said with a grin. Ironic, really. His real name meant "king" in Arabic and here he was, a Sultan! Of course he hadn't meant meant for that to happen, just a funny coincidence. Maybe golden girl's real name meant "gold" or "bikini." He blinked at the champagne bottle in her hand. Then again, maybe it meant "under aged." Sure, he could drink if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Even then it was under his own roof. Frankly he thought he'd just practise temperance. No more alcohol for him. He shook himself, meeting the eyes that lay beneath her mask. "Golden Girl? Sounds good, better than Goldi... body." Maybe he should have kept that nickname to himself. Hoping to glaze over that conversation flub, he grinned and said. "And no 'your highness,' please. I am a Sultan of the people... I put my pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else!" He looked down the champagne bottle that was shoved unceremoniously under his nose. "No thank you, I don't drink." The Sultan said, pushing it away from himself politely. "Against my religion." Not that it was practised today as much as it had been. "I'm sure it's delicious, though." The Sultan's gaze shifted to the dance floor. He wondered if they did anything other than ballroom dances. |
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| The Golden Girl | Mar 11 2010, 01:33 AM Post #85 |
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Tag: The Sultan of Arabia A frown appeared upon her sparkling golden lips as the Sultan turned her down. She quickly wiped it away though hoping he hadn't noticed. "Okay fine," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, "more for me then I guess." With that said she tipped her head back and began to gulp down nearly the entire rest of the bottle. After taking a breath she held up the empty green colored bottle. "Bummer," she muttered, "it's all gone." Rather quickly, without even asking or pardoning herself, the golden girl handed the sultan the empty bottle and disappeared. Three minutes passed until finally she showed back up again. This time she held two bottles of champange, one in each hand. "It's a party right?" she said trying to give herself the excuse as to why it should be okay for her to drink so much, "and if its free you might as well indulge yourself, am I correct?" She wasn't really looking for an answer to either question so after sitting down on the floor she popped the top off of one of the bottles. "Cheers!" It was only a matter of minutes before the second bottle was gone and the girl was beginning to feel hazy. "Hey!" she exclaimed as she jumped back up to a standing position, "let's dance!" Before the Sultan even had the chance to deny her, she began to drag him out to the middle of the dance floor. She wasn't all for the slow sort of boring dance like everyone else so she began moving her shimmery body to some imaginary hip hop music. |
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| Sultan of Arabia | Mar 12 2010, 05:43 PM Post #86 |
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She was gulping down that drink awfully quickly. Like a hungry dog, or a vulture descending upon its meal. Only they weren’t as sparkly and pretty. The Sultan quirked an eyebrow as she drank the champagne in record time. He laughed awkwardly. “That’s what happens when you drink something.” He looked over his shoulder, distracted by two people leaving. So soon? Oh, well. Their loss. When the Sultan turned back to his golden friend she had vanished. “Wha?” He scratched the back of his head, attempting to find her. Had she been kidnapped? Teleported? Was she really a fairy? The Sultan frowned, this was – oh, she came back. With two more bottles. His frown lifted into a lopsided grin. “Ha, I guess, if you’re—holy!” It was gone already. Madness! And she was so small, all the booze would go right to her head. The Sultan resolved to keep an eye on her, lest someone take advantage of her.” ”Let’s dance!” “Oh, ok—gah!” he was pulled forward. The Sultan caught his mask with his hand, and was dragged forcefully out onto the dance floor. Without so much as a care for the beat, she began to groove. Not waltz, not foxtrot. He wondered if she even heard the music, or if she even cared. He laughed and adjusted his turban. “Nice moves.” The Sultan was glad for this mask, the situation was making him blush. With another light laugh he joined her, trying to make his movements match the music. |
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| Indigo | Mar 17 2010, 02:51 PM Post #87 |
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[doHTML] <table bgcolor=#EBCD94 align="center" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="450" height="200" style="border:1px solidd #146B22"> <tr> <td border=0 VALIGN=top ALIGN=left width=50%> [align=right]MIDNIGHT <br>Time to unmask![/align] <br> After setting up a small podium, Obsidian's Mayor clambered onto it, megaphone in hand. Admittedly it was a bit... inelegant, but the microphones were having issues and really, it would only be necessary to speak for a moment. So, wasting no time, the man tapped the device for a moment. "Attention everyone," he said, voice first distorted before sharply jumping into a loud screech. Startled by the loud sound, the man stumbled backwards slightly, barely catching himself before he fell off. <br><br> Quickly, he adjusted his tie and the megaphone before trying again. "Attention everyone," he said again, voice clearer this time. "It is now midnight, and that means it's time for all to be revealed!" Smiling, he gazed around the room at all of the masked partygoers. "So get off those masks, everyone and see who is who!" Chuckling, his eyes twinkled as he watched the identities be cast off for a moment. Murmurs of surprise and embarrassment filled the room like smoke, causing him to chortle a little more. I do hope this was fun for everyone, he thought as he stepped down and began to move the podium away. <br> <br>-------------------------------- <br>OoC: You guys can unmask yourselves now~ Don't feel obliged; you can still carry on with the flow, but just know that you're free to cast off your anonymity whenever you wish. :D Just post as your user, and be sure to indicate what your alias was at the top of your post~ </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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