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Autumn Masquerade; Open to everyone!
Topic Started: Oct 20 2010, 04:00 AM (1,766 Views)
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<br>Autumn 21st;; Year 08 || 12:00 AM
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The clock struck midnight.<br><br>

Twelve times, the bell rang, drawing attention to the grandfather clock at the back of the ballroom. Midnight. Everyone knew what was to follow, the great reveal. On cue, the Mayor hustled up to the microphone, taking it from the leader of the stringed quartet. He fiddled with the stand for a moment, trying to adjust the microphone to his petit height. When it was at last at the right level, he cleared his throat and spoke into it. “Attention, Obsidianites,” he said, chortling to himself over his own term for those living on the island.<br><br>

He paused, allowing all eyes to turn to him, happily ignoring any eye rolls. “As you have probably noticed, it’s now midnight! That means it’s time to take off your masks, and reveal yourselves.” He adjusted his glasses, glancing about the room. “Go on, then. Take off the masks and introduce yourselves properly!” He was confident that things would go smoothly and that everyone had had fun. After all, this was the second year in a row they were doing this.<br><br>

The Mayor straightened his bow tie, handing the microphone back to the man and watched the masquerade suddenly become an un-masquerade. Snorting at his own word play all the while.
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That's right kiddies, we're playing follow the leader. And the leader epically sucked at this game. Simon Says is a much easier game. Maybe they could play that instead. Or Tag...or Hide And Go Seek, or...Chute and Ladders. All those little games Grandma made them play as children. And Kadoodle certainly was still a kid, on the inside of course. In reality, she was more of a follower, always right behind her siblings in whatever trouble they caused. That's just how the sibling hierarchy worked. in their family it did. Just them now, their own little clan of three. The Terrible Threesome. The great monsters from beyond the stars. Oh where exactly did they come from? Heck, even they didn't remember. Well, Kadoodle didn't anyway. That was long time ago. A very, long time ago.

"Um...okay" she agreed, pulling on his arm again. "I still don't know where I'm going...". It was official, she was lost. Always the follower, never the leader. Lyz was the leader. Div backed him up. And Kadoodle watched their backs. In case someone was coming, like the cops or their grandparents. sometimes the principle, and occasionally mall security. Ah, good times, good times. Why couldn't life be that simple anymore? Oh yeah, Lyzander turned eighteen and took over. But still, nothing was more thrilling than hiding in the dressing rooms while security hunter your sorry ass. Yup, nothing better.
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Indian Princess looked around quickly for her family, starting to get a little nervous about being too far away from her brother. That would be improper. She should be within sight of him at all times here. Her eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted him across the room with a girl Indian Princess had never seen before. Then again, maybe she did know her and just didn't recognize her behind the mask and costume. That was the point of the night, wasn't it? To disguise oneself? In any case, her brother was within sight and could easily get to her if anything happened, not that she was expecting such a thing. It just didn't feel right wandering by herself in a place like this. Too much freedom was frightening and dangerous.

Indian Princess smiled a little sadly at The Lady's comment about her mother. How she wished she had something of her mother's to cherish. Anything at all. It needn't be something as extravagant as what The Lady wore. The smallest item of her mother's would make Indian Princess indescribably happy. The most cherished item she had from her mother was long gone now and Indian Princess had lost hope of ever seeing it again. "You... are lucky to have something from... your mother..." she spoke carefully again. It felt like such a tiresome chore. "I do not have anything from my mother." Not anymore, anyway, she added to herself, her heart clenching painfully. How strange that her emotions could change so quickly without the slightest bit of warning. Perhaps it was only natural for a woman in her situation. She heard it was, anyway. If only her own mother were here to reassure her. She may be a grown woman, but one never stopped needing their family.

“I can only dread what will happen when the night is over, and we have to walk back wearing what we have on. This might look warm, but the autumn breeze shoots right through it.” The Lady told her and Indian Princess covered her mouth, suppressing a soft giggle. That was certainly the truth. Indian Princess would most likely freeze more easily than everyone else. She wasn't used to this kind of weather. She had had goosebumps all over her arms just walking over here with her siblings earlier when the temperature had been warmer. It had no doubt dropped several degrees as the sun set and darkness settled over the island while everyone was toasty and warm, enjoying themselves with dancing and drinks and food and good company inside this extravagant mansion.

"Yes. I think many of us... will regret our choice for our costume... when the party is over," she stumbled slightly over her words, going red behind her mask and dipping her head lower. Conversing like this was proving to become more difficult the more she tried to speak. It felt like it took her forever to utter a simple sentence.
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l don't know where I'm going..."<br><br>

That One Guy snorted. “Really, now?” he said, not bothering to hide any hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Never would have guessed.” That much had become obvious at this point, to be honest. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing anymore, at this point he was kind of along for the ride. He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. Well, it was up to him, now. This was how it usually went with kids, he guessed. They thought they had it all planned out, but then they remember they’re just kids and plans are a completely foreign concept to them.<br><br>

And that was where he came in.<br><br>

He took a few striding steps forward, hands remaining in his pocket. Wearing this suit made him feel like some top-notch businessman, he could get used to this, and given his eventual career choice he would probably have to. “Follow me,” he said, jerking his head from Kadoodle. A smirk spread over his features, walking with purpose towards his destination. That is, until the mayor started talking. “Attention Obsidianites!” That Guy had to wonder who elected him, anyway. Would he be able to vote in the next election? Or run in it? he thought, laughing at the thought of him being mayor of the village.<br><br>

Well, a guy could dream, right?<br><br>

That One Guy stopped, head turning in the direction of the Mayor. He looked back to Kadoodle, smiling still. “You heard the man.” He took his mask and drew it off his face, crinkling his face. It felt weird having air on his nose again. Weird, but in a good way. And, voila! He was Malik again. But really, who was surprised it was him? I mean, come on. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to get the spikes to stay up despite the temporary mess of the mask. Malik waited for Kadoodle, before holding up his hand. “Hold up a sec.”<br><br>

He took a few steps forward, tapping the lady in white on the shoulder. “Hey, it’s time to take off your mask,” he said, a slight laugh in his tone.


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Autumn 21st, Year 08<br>
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The Lady breathed in deeply through her nose, feeling her corset wrap tightly around her as her lungs expanded. She laughed softly, covering her mouth. One thing she would never miss—corsets. They did wonders for someone as flat-chested as her, and actually gave her a figure, but they were bloody uncomfortable. Though it was night to have one night where she had an hourglass figure. The Lady would never be as voluptuous as some women, but you take what you get. There were worse things than being on the thin side, she could be just the opposite, for one. Or have matted, greasy hair. Or a mole. Yes, the Lady counted her blessings. She wound the ring on her finger, a small smile played its way over her lips.<br><br>

She looked up as the Indian Princess began to speak, smile growing wider. “Oh yes, I count myself very lucky indeed.” Lucky, smart. She wasn’t quite sure. The Lady had packed the dress thinking she could sell it when she got where she intended to be. That hadn’t worked out, she found herself too attached to it. She couldn’t let it go. There were memories in this dress, of her mother’s sweat and pricked fingers as she strived to take it in and lengthen it. ”Oh if only you weren’t so tall,” she would say. The Lady was not the dainty little girl her mother had wanted. She wore shoes that had to be especially ordered for her size, and clothes were hard to come by, as well.<br><br>

But none of that mattered, her mother loved her despite her size. The Lady wrapped her arms around her waist, practically grinning at the thought of possibly seeing her parents again. Especially at a time like this. Her smile faded somewhat, detecting a trace amount of longing in the princess’s tone. “We always have our memories,” she said, smiling in an attempt to comfort this stranger whose name she did not even know. It all sounded so hollow to her ears, she never had the same way with words her father did.<br><br>

I know I shall.” she said, adjusting her mask. “But I believe it was worth it.”<br><br>

Twelve chimes. The Lady turned her head to the clock, and then to the short mayor bustling onto the small stage. She frowned. The night had gone by fast, perhaps eerily so. “Looks like it’s time to become ourselves again,” she said with another polite smile. The Lady tugged off her mask, and in an instant was Helena Tuddenham again. She rubbed her eye, careful to go around her eye shadow and mascara. “It was fun while it lasted.”<br><br>

Helena turned her head to see waves of others casting aside these secret identities for a new one, trying to discern any other familiar faces in the crowd. Though frankly, she was curious to see who this princess truly was.

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Autumn 21, Yr 08
12 AM already!
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"It couldn't last forever"
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Oh shut up! Kadoodle felt like punching Guy's blue shoulder. She was the younger sibling, the follower. It was her older sibling's jobs to make stuff up. She'll always be lookout/ distraction. This planning stuff is hard! Even at eighteen she was still to young to play grown-up. But that's how they wanted her. To be their baby sister forever. Well, tough nuggets to them! Big Sister was probably watching her fail right now. At the same time, Kadoodle hoped for her sister to swoop in and save her. Like they always did. Cause she's the baby!

She barley looked at Guy as he know took the lead, glaring at the floor. Older kids had all the fun. It wasn't fair! Some superhero she was going to be. So much for her comic idea. Failures weren't the heroes, the villains were because their butt got kicked. She felt like those villains, getting arrested and sent to jail. Which was weird, since she's never really been arrested. Almost have, though. About six times to be exact. Thankfully, her hiding spots were carefully picked out before anything bad happened. Hide there until it was safe. The waiting periods could range from five minutes to three hours. And after three hours, one can get pretty hungry. Hiding from the law worked up an appetite.

“Attention, Obsidianites, a voice boomed around the hall. “As you have probably noticed, it’s now midnight! That means it’s time to take off your masks, and reveal yourselves.

What? Already! No freaking way the night couldn't be over already! "You heard the man." Guy said, pulling off his mask. Oh wow! Finally, the man behind the mask! Amazing! He's an Indian dude! From....India right? Or was he Middle Eastern? Kinda hard to tell, actually. Didn't they all look the same in that part of Asia? But still, it was nice to see the real him. Now came the hard part. Pulling off her own mask. Kadoodle contemplated on what to do. A true superhero never reveals her identity. But this was a masquerade, she had to take her mask off. All good things have to pass on eventually.

She'll do it. She'll reveal herself. As soon as Guy turned away to talk to some girl, she showed defiance and pulled off her black mask anyway. Her top hat came off next. Might as well see the whole Kadoodle. And there she was, little Eberhardt, youngest of the Fabulous Fandell Siblings. Crap, he'll want to know her name. No, anything but that! To "introduce yourself properly" required an actual face and a real name. Her name was so....boyish. Her parents had hoped for another boy, but got another girl instead. they didn't care and named her Eberhardt anyway. The only reason she didn't change because...it was the only she had left to remember them by.

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People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it.
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Date: Fall 20th, 08; 12:00am<br>
Outfit: Indian Princess<br>
Mood: Nostalgic, Curious<br>
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Indian Princess forced a polite smile at The Lady’s words of comfort. Yes, she did have her memories. Nothing could ever take those away from her… except maybe Alzheimer’s, but Indian Princess was still in the prime of her youth and needn’t worry about senility for a few more decades. No matter how far gone her mind may get in the future, she didn’t think she’d ever be able to forget those family members she had lost not so very long ago. Not all the memories were good. Some were painful to think about, but many more were wonderful. Indian Princess knew the good far outweighed the bad in her family. She missed them terribly. With each passing day, the guilt about abandoning them all grew and grew. Sometimes, she thought of simply sneaking off in the middle of the night to go back and make amends, but her family here stopped her. How could she leave the people she loved here? It would be no different. She would just repeat the same cycle of disgrace by abandoning them, too. No. Indian Princess wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. She had destroyed her family back home, but now she had a chance to do things right this time and she wasn’t going to shatter that, too. That was the only reason Indian Princess hadn’t fled this island. ”Yes… I suppose…” she finally spoke, agreeing hesitantly with The Lady. <br><br>

She was pleasant to talk to, Indian Princess noted. Generally not a widely social person, Indian Princess found herself with only a select few friends other than her family and didn’t often get the chance to meet new people. This was rather nice, and the fact that their faces were hidden behind masks made Indian Princess feel a little braver about such a large social gathering than she normally would have. It was almost a little disappointing to hear the mayor announce that it was now midnight and asked everyone to take off their masks and reveal their identities. <br><br>

The Lady gave a small sigh and removed her mask, revealing her true appearance underneath. Indian Princess didn’t think the two of them had ever met formally, but she may have seen her in passing around town. It was difficult not to know everyone by face in a village this small. In any case, now was the time for formal introductions. Indian Princess gave a small smile and a gentle nod, slowly and carefully removing her own elaborate face covering for fear of causing her hair to fall in a messy tangle at her elbows as her thin wisps often did when forced to conform to a particular style or arrangement. It did anyway, she noticed with a small sigh once she had lifted her face slightly, now uncovered and became Lian Sung once again. And Karim spent so long trying to get it to stay up like that… she thought with a pang of guilt, as though having thin, silky hair was somehow her fault.<br><br>

”I think it proper we be formal introduce,” she told the woman in her broken English with a small, polite smile, bowing respectfully while supporting her lower back with one hand. It was getting more and more difficult to make formal greetings the more the baby inside her grew. ”I am Sung Lian. It pleasure to meet you."



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Autumn 21st, Year 08<br>
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It had been fun while it lasted, Helena could hardly expect to parade around with a mask on the rest of her life. Hiding one’s identity from the public wasn’t something an officer did, leaning much more to the vigilante side on the scale of justice versus chaos. Besides, she thought, crinkling her nose, my nose was starting to ache. She really couldn’t understand how one could wear a mask near constantly, they were not the most comfortable of accessories. Hers at least dug into the bridge of her nose like a pair of heavy glasses, and when she had tried to look left or right she could only see the edge of her mask against her face. No wonder so many criminals today were opting instead for ski masks and burqas.<br><br>

She watched the Indian Princess remove her mask in turn, averting her eyes as there was a miniature disaster with her hair. Helena could relate. Her hair, thin and smooth, was not cooperative when she tried to do much else but leave it down. Her current hairstyle was the work of a wig and copious amounts of hairspray. Though her true hair did curl down onto her shoulders. The woman was beautiful, in a quiet manner. It was awkward conversing with someone who looked to be a whole foot shorter than her, but nevertheless, here she was.<br><br>

Helena could not decide if she had seen her around before, perhaps they had passed on the street, though she had an inkling that they might live in the same building. It wasn’t easy to forget a short, pregnant Asian woman in this town. “Yes, I do believe that would be the proper thing to do,” she said, nodding. She watched the woman bow curiously, amounting it to be a cultural different rather than poor hand hygiene. In turn, Helena curtsied, feeling rather foolish as she did. It reminded her of when she was young, before she had adopted the favoured handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, I am Helena Tuddenham.”<br><br>

She could not remember—did they switch the names in Asia? Family before self, or something. It had been so long and Helena wasn’t acquainted with many Chinese people. Christ, just call her Miss Lian or Miss Sung and it will be polite anyway. Helena thought, fiddling with one of her spaniel curls. She glanced at the door before moving away from the woman. “I should be heading home, this corset is about ready to strangle me,” she said with a light laugh, feeling her stomach tighten against the undergarment. “It was lovely spending the evening with you, I do hope we meet again.”<br><br>

With another polite nod of her head, Helena stepped from the manor. The moment she was outside, she loosened the corset and took a gulp of air. As sad as she was to see the evening end, she was looking forward to changing into her pyjamas.

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Lian gave a polite smile and a small bow, placing her hand in the small of her back to support the imbalance of weight in her midsection as she did so. She kept her eyes focused on the floor in respect as the woman introduced herself to be Helena Tuddenham. Goodness, what a difficult name to pronounce! Lian really didn’t understand how English speakers made some of the sounds they did in their language. It was physically impossible! How was she to address her without fumbling such a name and offending the poor woman who’d been so kind to her all night?<br><br>

”It a pleasure to meet you… Tuddenham… Helena…” Lian spoke her name very slowly, doing her best to pronounce every syllable perfectly. She’d become used to pronouncing the Bousa’id’s names correctly after living with them long enough, but she remembered having an extremely hard time saying “Bousa’id” when she’d first met Malik and his family. Luckily, they hadn’t taken it as a sign of disrespect, but the Bousa’ids were a special sort. Not everyone would be so understanding and generous as to offer their home to a homeless stranger, after all.<br><br>

Speaking of her “adoptive” family, where on earth were they? Lian looked around, trying to catch sight of Malik, Karim or Farrah, growing uneasy at the thought of being out socializing so late at night without a male escort close by to keep watch over her. She turned back to Tuddenham Helena to thank her for her company that night and politely excuse herself, but it seemed she beat her to it, quickly, but politely wishing Lian a good evening and disappearing out the front doors of the estate.<br><br>

I should find Malik before someone notices I’m wandering about on my own like a street urchin, Lian thought nervously to herself, trying to weave in between people as gracefully as she could with her pregnant belly, thanking Quan Yin that the man was tall enough to spot in almost any crowd.<br><br>

Reaching him and his sisters, Lian meekly touched his arm for a moment to let him know she was there, otherwise she doubted he would spot her tiny, 4’10” frame in this crowd. ”Should we return home, Bousa’id Malik?” she asked softly, her tone and demeanour formal as always in public.<br><br>

Looking down at his watch, Malik agreed it was pretty late and went home with his sisters and Lian.




{{OOC: I had Ammy’s permission to just assume that last little bit with Malik. xD;;;}}



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