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Post by MISSUS IZZY. on Nov 23, 2007 14:52:48 GMT -5
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The big night, finally. This time, not only the teens of Monte Carlo High were excited about a party. No, this time the entire micro-state was thrilling and bursting with anxiety for the ball to come. And due to that very own party, the streets of Monaco, along with the beach, were no longer the most beautiful setting of the night. Centuries of tradition granted the fourth Friday of every November to be marked by the most beautiful and popular party of all, the Monte Carlo Masquerade Ball. The place was only used once a year, every year under the same proposes, and this year, it was not different.
Located in the center of Monte Carlo, there is this extremely old building, none the less the most marvelous structure of the country. And that is where the ball is held. Commonly called The Ballroom, the wide area was decorated by specialists on such high medieval decoration, making it look more splendid then it does plainly on its own. The center of the ballroom was all plain, apart from the creamy white old flat stones of the flooring. On three of the wall sides there were chairs and tables for those who preferred to be sat, and in front of the main wall there was the most adorable band area ever. It was as it had been for centuries, but tonight they were having a modern band instead of the old one, that seemed to have played on this ball ever since it started. The walls of The Ballroom were decorated with enormous curtains that covered the equally big windows and lovely roman themed pillars. There was not a second floor inside it, but there was lots of little balconies on the sides of the room, which were reserved for Monaco’s VIPs. Isabelle’s family was one of them, for her father was very well known in his family’s home country. Although Mr. Alan LeBlanc was already there, there was still no sign of his two ‘kids’.
Food was certainly not a problem for the night. As people were expected to show up after seven pm, the food had recently just arrived in trucks coming for La Tour Eiffel. Five starts food, for a five stars event. There were many drinks and appetizers set around the room, on lovely long tables covered with creamy white cloth. Tonight alcohol was not banned; the only thing that kept young ones from drinking what they were not allowed was common sense, which was to be lost by many of the teenagers as they stood on the room’s front door.
After an hour of small groups of elderly here and there, suddenly The Ballroom began to fill up with people from Monaco’s everywhere. Although the real VIPs weren’t about to show up until it was a formally chic time to arrive, the party was already beginning to heat up. Do not forget about the mask, for there were security men on the front door to make sure everyone that got in was wearing a proper one. Along with the ticket, of course, for this was not a free event and neither was it cheap.
One hour and half after the set time, a white limousine parked right in front of the roman entrance. Out of it came a tall male in a black Armani suit, who people knew to be Bruno LeBlanc, player of Monaco’s national soccer team. Bruno stood by the door, hand and arm extended as he waited for his date to come out, while from the opposite door came out a tall and thin girl, sparkling in her white designer dress- the so called Isabelle LeBlanc. Her mask was held straight to her face, for she refused to remove it until she was properly in. Creativity had hit Isabelle as she designed her outfit along with her favorite designer and tonight she was probably to only girl to have more then just a mask on. There was something else she had been hiding, especially from her brother and best friend; her date. She had told them for a while she was coming on her own, but that was not true and they knew it. Never would a girl like her be on her own, not for too long anyway.
Blowing a kiss to the two behind her, Isabelle walked over to the entrance. The girl looked around, holding her mask high to her face, searching through the many people arriving after her, scanning through them for her date. Under her mask, her creativity was dieing to be shown. What it was, you may ask? Underneath her mask there was an exact henna tattoo of a black mask, which made her night even more fun for she knew she would be more unique then she always was. Also the fact that she had spent the last five hours getting all dolled up for the night would help Isabelle stand out, and her incredibly perfect hair do and make up, too. Tonight she had her hair down, and straight until it got to the tips, for down there they curled, making her look like a porcelain doll.
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Post by zzzzemmazzzz on Nov 23, 2007 15:00:16 GMT -5
  Ms. Rossii took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier _______________ november 23 2007 evening
A smell of expensive smelling perfume filled Sienna Rossi's cream colored bedroom as she stood in front of her mirror smoothing out her dress she had bought a few months ago and had convinced herself was perfect for the occasion. Her brother Francesco or 'Cesc' as he liked to be called stood at her door laughing. "What's your problem?" she asked giving him a stern look and turning around to face him. He looked at her again, and at the dress she was wearing. He knew that she had worn the dress previously about a month ago to a party of her father's and must have forgotten about it. What made him laugh was that fact that Sienna was a firm believer in not wearing party dresses more then once. When he had worn a suit of his twice in a row she wouldn't let him hear the end of it and wearing suits twice was nothing compared to wearing dresses twice. "Nothing, nothing." he said stopping laughing but still grinned like a Cheshire cat. He acted liked this on a regular basis, always laughing about something and trying to tease Sienna at any giving moment. It was all in the name of good fun, though, Sienna knew that her brother loved her and both of them had a great time annoying their sister, Bianca. "Then go away." Sienna said motioning to wards the door with her head. Her freshly washed and perfectly straight hair flowing across her shoulders making it look that messy-but-perfect look.
"........You're wearing the same dress you wore to Dad's party." Cesc finally blurted out after having a staring contest with Sienna for the past five minutes. Sienna didn't believe him, surely she'd remember if she had worn that dress before, which she didn't. She just thought he was trying to get her all worked up about it. "Francesco shut up, your stupid jokes don't work on me." She folded her arms and looked at him with an even more stern face then she had when he had come into her room and started laughing at her. "I swear, you've worn that before. We even have a picture of you in it with Mark somewhere" Mark was Cesc's friend who had attended the business party with his family he had always had an infatuation with Sienna which Cesc hadn't really approved of but he knew Sienna had no intentions of going near the guy so he didn't mind too much. "Yeah, as if." She said un-crossing her arms to search the room for her mask. Cesc found it for her sitting on the table beside her bed and threw it over to her. She caught it, being used to catching things from sports etc. "Look, if you really want me to I'll show you, but to be honest I couldn't care less if you wear it or not." Cesc said taking out his side-kick and showing her the photo. "Ohh fuck!" she exclaimed, the expression on her face was priceless as she stared at the photo. "Haha, told you so." he said grinning proudly. "Anyway I'd better be heading off if I don't want to miss the match" , he told her. He had booked tickets to go and see the Lyon v Monaco soccer match, Sienna had badly wanted to accompany him but he had to travel down to the Monaco stadium to be there for the next day so Sienna wouldn't have made it in time if she wanted to go to the ball. So he took his friend with him instead. "Bye, Cesc." She said giving him a hug and then shutting the door in his face to fix her make-up and worry about her dress before she was picked up by Bruno and Isabelle.
She was sure no one would recognize the dress because there had been no other teenagers besides her, her brother and Mark, her brother's friend at the party. So she wasn't too worried, and the dress was a great dress so she didn't mind.
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Sienna had been picked up by Bruno and Isabelle, in a limo, of course. She had spent the journey there thinking of the stories her father used to tell her about the ball. It had all started after some war between two parts of Monaco, one part was Monte Carlo the other, she couldn't remember. When the soldiers had come home from the civil war bearing news that Monte Carlo had been successful they had decided to hold a ball in Honor of that. It had been going strong ever since then but no one really knew what the ball was held for, they just thought it was an annual gathering when it really was celebrating the lives of men that had died in battle for Monte Carlo and men that had survived the war, also. That's what made the ball so special to Sienna, it wasn't just another Masquerade party, it was something to thank people for what they had done for Monte Carlo.
Sienna didn't bother looking at Bruno, they had gotten back together and had been all lovey-dovey for the past month or two, but the night before they had had a huge argument over im and even though she loved him she vowed to not speak to him again, if it wasn't for Isabelle she wouldn't have come in that limo with them and the whole journey to the Ball she ignored him completley. They fight had been stupid, over IM and one hundred percent pointless, but Sienna was too stuborn to say so and didn't want to be the one to say sorry. If it had to be anyone if would be Bruno to say sorry, according to her. Her brother had always told her to watch out for Bruno, Cesc used to be Bruno's best friend until Bruno and Sienna went out for the first time and Bruno cheated on her with Ave and Cesc never trusted him again. Even though Sienna learned to. She just felt like he had let her down, yet again and she was fed up of it. Walking indoors Sienna decided to make her way over to the place where the food was, and comfort eat until another guy could come along who she could flirt with and make Bruno jealous enough to apologize to her. Once she entered the room the beauty of the place made her forget about food completley and want to drop her mask on the ground and dance around the place, it was just so romantic. She was upset that her and Bruno had to be in a fight in such a romantic setting.
ooc|| second last paragraph contains information about the history of the ball. =]
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Post by tina on Nov 23, 2007 15:32:56 GMT -5
[/font]  Dress&&HairMask[/center] Danielle Romano was smiling so broadly as she rode in the black limousine her father had hired for her. She couldn't wait to see the hall, even though she had been setting it up along with Sienna and the other Party Committee members. But it was also because this was probably the first dance that she was going to with Cohen, her boyfriend.
Of course things had been a little rocky with her twin sister trying to play things up in her relationship. But they were still attending the dance as a couple; with no thoughts on breaking up in the near future, which was closer than they thought.
Dani's cream, tinted purple, dress had looked so amazing in her head that she had to make the dress. But of course her dad got Versace to help create the dress, along with a bit of the designing. She was happy enough saying that the dress was Versace but she was proud of herself in designing the dress, even if she did get pointers. The mask that adorned her face was a white, almost bridal, make that had some fake flowers on them. With two white ribbons on each side, hanging down, Dani thought she looked quite nice.
Her cream stilettos were pretty average but they were actually comfortable: she'd added some sort of those softening gels so the shoes don't give you blisters. She liked her outfit choice, and wouldn't change it.
She squeezed the hand that was resting next to hers and grinned at Cohen. She was obviously super excited.
When she and Cohen were out of the limo, when it stopped in front of the ball room, Dani just looked around amazed. Even the outside was astonishing! It looked just like a red carpet event, except the carpet out front was a cream colour. There were even 'bouncers' checking that everyone had their tickets, and nobody was sneaking in. There were even flashing lights as people walked inside. The event would definitely be in the showbiz news, and the people photographed at the event.
As she waited for the bouncer man to look at their tickets she looked inside the hall. It was better than she had expected it to look when the Party Committee had begun planning.
She linked arms with Cohen as they were showed inside the hall and she could see that there were many people already there. Having decorated the hall with a team of others Dani was happy to say that she was a V.I.P and would be able to enter the balconies were only the more important people would be. She loved the view from the balconies. The ballroom was six floories high, but there were really only two floors open to people. The middle floor, and the ground floor. The top floor was for the 'arcrobatic' entertainment. This was where people would be performing acrobatics on ribbons, sturdy ribbons, and Dani was itching to see some of it.
The middle floor was open for V.I.P's and this was where you could see the whole ballroom. It was amazing. And the ground floor was the main floor, with the dance floor, tables and etcetera.
Dani was proud of the Party Committee, and she couldn't wait for the party to get started.
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Miss. Gabriella Clarke [/font]  DressMask[/center] The day had arrived for the Monte-Carlo Masquerade Ball. Gabriella Clarke had spent the whole day preparing herself for the event, even though she didn't have a date. But this didn't really bother Gabby: she'd probably go home with someone that night anyway.
She knew her outfit was the bomb and she was totally gorgeous, with her mask and everything, no one would resist her.
After waking up in the morning she got ready by taking a quick shower and then heading off to the salon. Whilst there she had a massage, got a manicure and pedicure, topped off her Brazilian tan and just had a soak in a mud bath. By 3pm she was pretty much fresh and ready to get dressed for the ball. Her dress had been previously designed by Chanel and Gabby was eager to put it on.
The moment she got back to her house in Heaven Gates her make-up artist and hair stylist got to work. Her natural waves were curled to be even bouncier with a smooth and silky shine to it. Though it would naturally be shining, but tonight her hair would catch a lot of light: it would have to shine tons.
Her make-up wasn't very drastic: her eyes were heavily lined with very long, not fake, lashes but they just drew attention to themselves. With a little bit of light purple shadow her eyes were done. But Gabby, and her make-up artist, were well aware that with such standing outish eyes you cannot have a dark lip colour so Gabby just went with a little bit of Vaseline on them.
Slipping into the purpley blue dress, with a slit up on the left side, she knew she was ready. Her purple stilettos were already strapped onto her feet just so that she could get use to the feeling of wearing them. But wearing stilettos felt not different than wearing trainers for her, not after walking down countless runways in them. Fixing her black mask onto her face she dismissed her stylist and make-up artist whilst heading down stairs. Gabby checked herself in the mirror once more before she was satisfied. She couldn't be more excited as she left her home and entered the white limousine parked outside her home. It wasn't long before she got to the Ballroom, and as the limo came to a halt she took a deep breath. Fixing a smile onto her face Gabby stepped out of the limo, as if it were a red carpet event she was attending to: she sure did look the part.
OOC|| Lexx, I tried not to PP as much as I could. OOC|| A bit of a description in Dani's entry. Hope it's not too unreal. But there are real places like that in LA.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by lilliane on Nov 23, 2007 15:33:50 GMT -5
lillian [/size]   [/center] [/url] from the local fashion designer, Mancini Roux. As it was a masquerade ball, Lillian made sure to select a matching mask. She chose a simple silver mask with a silver ribbon. She'd examined herself and she hated to admit but she looked... proper. There was nothing dangling, nothing sticking out, no spikes, no skulls. This was obviously not a typical 'Lillian' outfit. Lillian's hair had been curled prettily and she rubbed in some mousse to keep it that way. The limousine pulled and Lillian walked outside daintily. She wore a pair of simple black stilettos, although her footwear didn't really matter since her dress covered her feet anyhow. She slid into the back seat of the long vehicle and pulled a small makeup compact out of her purse. She checked her makeup one last time and moved a few hairs out of her face. Lillian smiled. She looked perfect. Lillian could only imagine how attractive everyone else would look; the masquerade ball compelled everyone to look their best, no matter how long it took. The thought of dates came up. Lillian was going alone, and although she saw no problem with that although she figured that some of the girls would be flaunting their guy around like nuts- no. Tonight Lillian would not bitch about anyone or anything. Tonight the seperations that the cliques created wouldn't matter. Tonight, Lillian would not be "Lilly the bad girl", she would just be Lillian. The limo pulled up at the ballroom and Lilly gingerly got out. "Thank you,"she said to the driver, handing him a small tip. There was a long line to enter, but Lillian waited. She noticed some other people she knew there. Well, of course, she thought. Only an idiot would miss this party. Lillian smiled thoughtfully. Finally after about 15 minutes of waiting it was Lillian's turn. "Ticket, please," the doorman said flatly. "Oh. Yes," Lillian said quickly, shuffling through her purse and pulling out her ticket. "Lillian De Cole," the doorman read off the ticket. He grinned. "Welcome." "Thank you," Lillian replied and entered the ballroom. As soon as she stepped in, Lillian was filled with awe. It was the most beautiful setting she'd ever seen in her life. She looked at her ticket. She was to be seated at Table 4, so she walked over there and took a seat. Lillian noticed Isabelle LeBlanc so she offered her a wave. She wanted to find someone to hang out with but Isabelle wasn't really her first choice. Maybe she'd see someone who would want to hang out with her.[/sup][/ul] |
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Post by jessicker on Nov 23, 2007 17:00:33 GMT -5
This was it, the big night. The
special evening that everyone had
rushed to the malls for. Hayden
looked ready, but didn't feel ready.
The only reason she had decided to
attend was because everyone was
going to be there. Hayden tapped
her fingers on the handle of her car
door, biting her bottom lip. "Are
you going or not?" A familiar voice
rang in her ear. The teenager
turned her head to face the driver
slowly and nodded at him. That
'driver' happened to be her father.
He had insisted on taking his little
girl to the big ball. "Yes, of course
dad!" Hayden smirked her glossed
lips and took a deep breath. She
leaned in her seat, kissed him and
got out of the car, before he could
say anything about her dress. He
wasn't fond of it, but let her go
anyways. Speaking of dresses, the
nervous teenager could barely wait
to see what all the other girls were
wearing. Hayden slammed the door behind her, and waved at her father as he left. 'Never told me when to be home.' She shrugged, even if he did, it was useless trying to get her to listen.
The teenager went to the first bathroom she saw, slipping to look at herself before entering the fabulous part of the building. Hayden held her gold and red mask in one hand, and a silvery gold clutch bag in the other.She was very pleased with the girl looking back at her. She had gotten up early just to get ready. Her face was lightly bronzed, and her stormy eyes popped with the black eyeliner that went across her top and bottom eyelids. Hayden had put on her best mascara, hoping for that real 'affect' that every TV commercial said. 'It's not like I believe them.' Hayden put down the items on the marble counter top and smoothed her hands around her waist thin waist, fixing the wrinkle that appeared in her dress . The piece of clothing was very nice, with dark gold colors and redish orange stripes mixed in. This description sounds very hideous, but it was anything but that. The teen pulled her hands through her hair a few times, placing wild hairs in the right spot. She had left the golden locks down this evening, and added a little more curl to them, like her hair wasn't wavy enough. Somewhat satisfied, Hayden pulled out a tube of lip gloss that read light cherry bomb on the side. She quickly drew it across her lips, and smiled in the mirror. Obsessing with the way she looked, thing fingers went to her chest, readjusting the fabric. It looked like a large piece of clothe was missing from the middle, but of course it was meant to be like that. Now you know why any father wouldn't be so fond about this particular dress.
Hayden finally brought the elegant but decorative mask to her face and put it on. She adored how it gave her beautiful bird like qualities, the end slanting like a birds beak. It illuminated her features and made her look somewhat like a deviating queen. Happy, Hayden swept out of the restroom and made her way to the middle room. Gold strappies clicked on the cold floor as she crossed, when Miss. Bennet arrived at the entrance, her heart skipped a beat. "This is ah-mazing!" She gasped, scanning beautiful blue eyes around the marvelous area.
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Post by chloe on Nov 23, 2007 17:47:36 GMT -5
Chloe really wasn't one for getting dressed up. But this was supposedly a 'big' thing, this masquerade party. Chloe wasn't really sure if she was going to have fun at this place anyways, but she would give it a shot. Really, what would poor old, boring Chloe do anyways, other than dance and eat? really, dancing and eating was why she came to parties. And in a stuffy dress and mask? Well, dancing may be a bit hard to do, but she supposed she would have too do. It was evening, and Chloe was still at her house. She was debating whether to wear one mask or another. Oh, you know what. She tossed one on the ground, and made a sort of 'pssh' noise. She could care less about the masks. She had chosen a nicely feathered one. It had black and white feathers, and was really shiny. Especially the actual makes part. It had about a bazillion sequins on it , and it had some serious sparkling on the other side of it too. It was a pretty color, and sort of complimented Chloe's new, red highlighted hair. Yes, she had had it highlighted red-ish to golden brown-ish and blond-ish, so it was a nice, actual real looking color. It didn't look fake, like her other all-over blonde hair color had. Her aunt had had it like that, all blonde. She had hated it. And you know what? Chloe did too. Chloe was a bit nervous. She hadn't been so sure about what to wear, so she had had a little bit of confusion about it. She had bought two dresses for this day; a white one and a black one. The white one was a bit too..Gaudy, if you will. It was mega, mega sparkly, and sort of looked too...Summery, if you will. Her black one, though, wasn't'. It was a nice, simple Valentino dress. It was a halter dress, with some scallop sleeves, and it fit nicely. It was a bit body movement restricting in the torso, though. I had some serious sparkling in the torso, and it added the extra oomph, if you will. Chloe had pulled up her hair into a semi-messy bun, and a few tendrils of slightly wavy hair peeked out. They framed her heart-shaped face nicely. She had also had quite a blat choosing shoes. Yes, Chloe had a huge fetish over shoes. She had to choose silver shoes, though. Gold would look quite scary, anyways. And she had a thing for silver, anyways. They were Steve Madden, and they were chunky pumps, and fit quite nicely. They may have been a bit high-4 inches-, but they were super-comfortable anyway. Chloe sighed, putting them on. Like other bits of her outfit, they were sparkly. Bits and pieces, that is. Chloe stepped into the escort's car; the big, black limousine, and smiled. This even was going to be big. As in, bigger than big. BIG. And you know what? Chloe was going to be a part of it. And why not? She pushed a random button, and the radio popped on. Glamorous, by Fergie. That sort of..Fitted. Chloe smiled, and softly sang along to it"G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S"She said under her breath, and then the driver announced they were there. "Bye.."She said to the driver, and he sped away. Pssh, she thought and then smiled at a guy who was waiting by the door." Name?"He asked. "Chloe Lover"She said, and he nodded. Chloe looked around, and gave a big smile to the place. She was not one easily impressed..but this..It was..Decorated really, really..Well, either well or good. You decide the proper use. She smiled at someone beside here, who said the plae was 'ah-mazing' Massie Block style. She nodded. "Yeah, they did it pretty..Amazing."-not done, just wanted to post- |
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Post by sapph on Nov 24, 2007 12:20:33 GMT -5
She stepped into her closet, tugging the feather boa that hung from the ceiling. She scanned for the dress package, mask and shoes. She found them in a special section for important events only. She slid the dress over her head, loving how it fit. She linked a simple diamond necklace around her neck, and clipped in her diamond hoops. Not that you'd see them too well, but every girl loved earrings. It was a must. She finally stepped into her heeled shoes, walking over to the full mirror. The outfit was perfect. The dress was shorter than normal masquerades, but perfect. And now for the final touch. She slid the mask over her head, loving how it gave the outfit the final touch.
She stepped down the stairs to be bombarded by her parents taking pictures. She smiled for each one, eager to get going. She eventually tugged at her father's sleeve. "Da-ad, we have to go-oo," she whined, continuing to tug his sleeve. He let out a heavy sigh before smiling at his daughter. "Alright then. Let's get going." He held the door for her before stepping outside himself. She slid into the limousine, grateful her father was driving rather than some random old man. She liked having a familiar face around; it calmed the butterflies in her stomach.
They finally arrived, pulling up to the old building. She smiled happily, excited that they were finally there. "Bye Dad." "Have fun." She shrugged the last comment off before setting out towards the door, head up, never looking back. She came to the entrance where a large man was standing with a clipboard. "Name?" he asked, no tone to his voice. He sounded robotlike. "Sophie Claget," she replied sweetly. "Go ahead." She gave him a tight nod before entering. This was it. The biggest event of the year, and she was finally there. She gasped when she first caught sight of the inside. It was beautiful. She strolled around for the moment, waving and stopping to chat with people she thought she knew.
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Post by MISSUS IZZY. on Nov 24, 2007 17:04:16 GMT -5
Mr. LeBlanchere i go, scream my lungs out
and try and get to you,
you are my only
my only one [/font][/center]
He couldn’t believe it was happening. Bruno had been the biggest of the gentlemen and she hadn’t even looked at him. He should have learned not to argue with Sienna, not the way he had anyway. Although all of what had happened, guilt filled the male’s body from tip to top, and as much as he was sure he wasn’t the only one to be blamed, he was the only one he blamed. Nothing mattered to him, as he walked into the room leaving a lonely Isabelle on the outside. Not even that wonderful setting made his guilt lower, in fact, it only made things worse. He wished he could grab Sienna’s hand and pull her to the dance floor, even though no one was dancing yet. All that he did was follow Sienna with his gaze, as if his eye sight was glued on her.
On his suit pocket, it moved slightly at each step he took. The male had brought it, no matter how big the fight had been, you know, just in case. He had planned the moment, he had run it over and over on his head and, to be truthful, Bruno didn’t feel like giving up. As much as he was worried about being completely humiliated, he would do it. Or would it be just too humiliating to receive a no on front of so many people? Would it even be worth a try?
For a second, Bruno wondered if it wouldn’t just be best if for once he gave up, and finally accepted that the signs they had been receiving were true. His heart ached when he thought about it, about not having Sienna in his live again. He dreaded that. As if he was living a nightmare, his mind saw Sienna walking down the isle, but down the isle he didn’t see himself, he saw another man. Shivering from a cold he was not feeling, Bruno immediately followed Sienna, as if they were the happy couple they appeared to be.
His heart was beating to a beat he didn’t know, as he caught up with Sienna. Words didn’t make their way out of his mouth, so the male just walked next to her, silent as if they had just met and had nothing in common. But the problem was, they had too much in common, and that was why they crashed so often. She was his soul mate, and those were not signs that they should break up, Bruno decided, they were signs that they should go on. That thought gave him more courage, but he continued quiet hopping Sienna would at least through a pissed gaze at him.
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Post by zzzzemmazzzz on Nov 24, 2007 17:59:03 GMT -5
ms. sienna rossii took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier _______________
Sienna walked around the place, gazing at the many beautiful decorations and studying the beautiful architecture of the place. She wondered how it could be so old yet, so modern, beautiful and full of life. As people began to fill into the room she held her mask over up to her face, hoping that no one would notice her so she could look around the place more. She vaguely remembered something her father was telling her about him finding a room in the ballroom full of books and pictures of the brave soldiers who fought in the civil war, along with many other goods that she thought would be interesting to find, many a time during the ball had she tried to search for this room but each time she had been so occupied with her friends that she hadn't got the time. But now seemed perfect with none of her friends there except Gabby whom she knew would be occupied by some handsome masked man in a tuxedo soon and Isabelle who she could tell was waiting for someone, who that someone was she hadn't a clue.
She thought about going up to ask her father where this secret room was, he was up with Sienna's mother with the LeBlanc's talking to them on the LeBlanc's balcony. Of course, they had their own but the Rossi's were very sociable parents and ever since Isabelle and Sienna became like sisters they had also become very close. Sienna didn't want to interrupt their conversation so she just walked over to where there was Cokes stacked up on a table. Grabbing one Sienna sat down on a seat beside the table and opened the can, drinking some before putting it down and thinking of something to do. Of course, she could just go and dance but to tell the truth she didn't want to dance with anyone but Bruno and she could have gone and talked to anyone in the room but she didn't want to talk to anyone but him either. So she was either going to be alone for the rest of the night, give in and talk to him, or get drunk and go off with someone else. Sienna decided to not drink until later, though, because she didn't want to be the first person to pick up a glass of champagne, no one did. That's why the champagne was strangely left untouched.
Sienna didn't want to go up to her father and ask him for two reasons, one because he was busy talking to the LeBlancs but the other was the fact that her parents adored Bruno. Well, mostly her mother, her father didn't like him as much as he loved her ex Cohen but he adored any boy that could kick a soccer ball around. Which, she knew Cohen didn't do so in that department her dad favored Bruno more. The reason Bruno wasn't on the top of her father's list was because he was three years older then her and her father believed any male that age was only trying to get in the girl's pants. Mrs. Rossi believed otherwise. She couldn't get enough of Bruno, basically she thought he was the sweetest boy alive and had said to Bruno a million times that if she was Sienna's age 'it would be her going out with Bruno not Sienna' obviously embarrasing Sienna very much. Sienna had always thought she had a mom's crush on Bruno, mostly because Mrs. Rossi would always tell Sienna that 'one day she had to marry Bruno because he would no doubt be a famous soccer player with loads of money and would still be as sweet as he was' she would go on and on about how she would have if she was her age. Sienna would always tell her to 'back off and stop fantasizing about her boyfriend'.
The reason that this bothered her was because if she went up there they would all be asking why she wasn't downstairs dancing with Bruno and Sienna wasn't in the mood to explain to them what happened, she had gone over it too many times in her own head already and didn't need them telling her how stupid their fight was because she knew that herself. She just wanted to get Bruno out of her mind and to dance or something to focus her attention on something else because she didn't want to waste her last masquerade ball still in school thinking about him and their fight. But seeing him beside her dimmed her hopes of having a Bruno-free night, as much as she wanted to spend the whole night with him on his good side right now they were fighting and she didn't want things to get worse by them snapping at each other. So she didn't speak to him just glanced at him in a 'wtf are you doing looking at me?' kind of look, hoping to scare him off.
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Post by lilliane on Nov 24, 2007 20:20:30 GMT -5
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Post by MISSUS IZZY. on Nov 25, 2007 14:13:17 GMT -5
Mr. LeBlanchere i go, scream my lungs out
and try and get to you,
you are my only
my only one [/font][/center]
Three nights before, Bruno had gone over to the Rossi’s mansion while Sienna had been out during a soccer practice. He had promised to pick her up, so there was no chance of her catching him in a private meeting with her parents and his father - which she didn’t. The reason why Bruno had arranged such a meeting was because he could no longer control his heart, who had gotten addicted to the feeling of having Sienna by his side and that could no longer bare the idea of not having Sienna by his side. It had been before him and Sie had a stupid argument, and he had been way too nervous then. Even the idea of having two people in the room who were for him did not overcome the idea of having Mr. Rossi against him. And big time against him, because Bruno knew how Sienna’s father was when it concerned their relationship.
Bruno couldn’t explain what he felt for Sienna, even though he tried to write it down and memorize it a few times nothing came up. It wasn’t love. It could not be just love. There was only one person in the entire world who knew what Brun had felt when he and Sienna spent more then a year apart, and that person was dead. He couldn’t tell it to his sister, not to mention his father, so he opened up to his dead mother who he was sure to be there with him all along, even if just in a memory inside his heart. And he knew she understood him, and she knew how painful it felt to see the love of his life in the arms of other or even to just imagine it.
Yes, love of his life, because he had had a crush on Sienna Rossi ever since Isabelle first brought her over, and they were young by then. She wasn’t yet the popular and very out going girl she was today, and it was when he was still in high school that they first went out. They were so young, and Bruno was already so in love. He had spent days crying when once Sienna had traveled and he was still a teenager and supposed to be a boy-whore. But Sienna, or at least the thought of Sienna, made Bruno come back from the flirtatious self he had been. She even made him deny drinking in parties so he wouldn’t act like a jerk to her even while drunk.
The late Mrs. LeBlanc had been a very religious woman, unlike Mr. LeBlanc. If she had still been alive while her kids grew up, then maybe the kids would have been a little more influenced by the Catholic principals; but she wasn’t, and they had a father that was always there, but during weekends and holidays. During his young years Bruno had no one guide him, but his friends, and friends he had many. Everybody knows too many friends in a night club don’t act around their common sense, and so Bruno grew up a bit too whore-ish for his own good. Everyone remembers the episode with Ave, right? Well, that very own episode gave Bruno his worse nightmares and worse days ever. Why? Well, because he made Sienna upset, he made her very upset, and he didn’t want to see that, never, ever again.
The talk with Sienna’s parents was harsh, on Mr. Rossi’s side, for Mrs. Rossi adored Bruno too much at the point of helping him convince the girl’s father. And although Bruno had not quite convinced Sienna’s father, he got his permission to try. Alan LeBlanc, Bruno’s father, knew his son more then Bruno could imagine, for Bruno was only following the same steps Alan had taken, and that was the reason why he trusted his son and believed that this idea was not just something crazy of a young adult. He too had felt that way, he too had proposed to a young girl, when he was the same age as Bruno- but his kids didn’t know, and they might never find out, because talking about the long gone Carla was just way too painful. He was just glad to see a love like the one he had for Carla relive again, he was proud to see it being relived in the soul of his son. Not to mention that he felt Sienna was just perfect for him.
Finally, she looked at him. He couldn’t exactly see her expression, because the lighting on the place was too little, but he could sense it was an angry look. None the less, he asked “Sienna, do you want to dance?” He spoke formally, in a posh accent which he hoped would ease the girl a bit. Bruno's eyes beneath the mask had a soft look, which asked for forgiveness everytime they moved, as if Bruno had been forced to steal something and now was being fully blamed for it.
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Post by ericaxyo on Nov 27, 2007 16:14:33 GMT -5
The big night had finally come and Evan Brookes was actually kind of excited about it. He had slaved away at the mall, which was a rare sight I must say, trying to find a mask that didn't look retarded on him. He had actually succeeded in his mission after a couple of days and found the perfect mask along with a nice suit. He really wasn't one for dressing up and you could tell the minute you meet Mr. Brookes, but he figured this was the event of the century so he might as well try and make the most of it.
Shopping for his suit was quite interesting because he didn't know of any stores that sold fancy, expensive suits. He'd really never worn one, or had a reason to wear one before so of course he didn't know where to get one. He had to go up to one of the employees and actually ask where he could find a nice suit, which I might say was pretty embarrassing because of the look Evan recieved after asking, but he didn't let it show. He just looked the guy in the eye, his own eyes just daring the employee to mock him. And of course Evan recieved a few store name's without a problem.
Evan eventually decided to get an Armani suit, a sleek black color that fit him well. He bought a gold tie to match the black and gold mask that had taken forever for him to find. After taking a quick shower Evan put on his suit and looked himself over in the large mirror propped up against a wall. Fixing his tie, Evan smirked slightly to himself. He looked good he had to admit. He tied the black and gold mask over his eyes. Evan could already tell that it was going to bug the crap out of him throughout the night.
Evan soon made his way out of his room, down the stairs and to the front door. He glared at those fancy shoes that always hurt his feet as he slipped them on, half tempted to just throw on a pair of tennis shoes. But no, he'd probably get arrested by the fashion police aka, his date Gisella Di Benedetto. Ha. He walked out the door and nodded a thanks to the driver who opened the door to his sleek black limo. Evan got in and was on his way to the night's big event.
Finally arriving at The Ballroom, Evan stepped out of the limo as the door was opened for him. Looking around at some people who were arriving he slipped his hand into his pocket and made his way to the front entrance. The inside of the place was nicer than he thought it would be, though he wasn't one for gawking over decorations. They were nice enough though. He spotted a few people that he knew/recognized, but didn't really feel like talking to any of them. So he decided to check out the food table.
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Post by jessicker on Nov 28, 2007 19:59:32 GMT -5
A familiar voice lulled Hayden out of an odd glamorous reverie she had just been having. The girl made the tiniest movement with her head, it was sort of like sending her dreams away. Hayden turned to the teenager beside her and gave a small smile, but then she realized who it was. "Chloe!!!" The girl greeted her friend. It had been a while since the two had talked or hung out, and she had begun to miss the interject redhead. "This place IS soo nice, are you here with any special someone?" Whenever Chloe Lover was around, Hayden got very giddy and talked a bunch. The blond-haired bombshell scanned her up and down, and nodded with approval. "You look amazing!" She squealed and giggled slightly. Out of the corner of her sea blue eyes, Hayden saw another figure coming toward her. She heard her name in the mouth of another person, and turned to see who the speaker was. 'Who is this?' Hayden thought silently, running through everyone she knew. 'I have seen a lot of people lately..who is this?' Through this short amount of time, Hayden had just smiled and replied with a friendly, Hey. Finally, the figure clicked in her mind and she came up with Lillian De Cole. 'Former T.united...punkish model chick.' The teenager smoothed down her dress, for like the billionth time, and shifted her light weight to her left foot. "Lillian! You look wonderful, love the dress." She pointed a painted fingernail at her, and playfully winked one foggy aqua eye. The girl sighed softly and looked around her. She couldn't help but think this was one big popularity contest among teenagers. 'And I..am at the bottom.' Miss Bennet thought miserably, but hey; she was an actress, she could conceal it.
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Post by chloe on Nov 29, 2007 18:18:51 GMT -5
Chloe smiled at her good friend. "Hayyydeeennnnn!"She sounded out, as if she were a talking dictionary. Her heck of a blonde-bomb shell friend was certainly going to brighten her day up with the sunny, positive attitude she had. Hayden had asked her if there was a special someone she was with. "Other than me, myself and I?" She said, and then chuckled. "Nah. You gotta be single to mingle, thats what I say."She said, and then chuckled. No, Chloe really didn't say that. As Chloe heard Hayden compliment her dress, she smiled at Hayden. The girl was a postive ten, too."Well, don't you just go and dazzle me darling."She said, and smiled at her good friend. It was a red-carpet worthy dress. Why shouldn't she win an Fashion Oscar for it? Yeah, that was an old joke between her and her close friends. An inside joke, if you will. She then heard the voice of an familiar person. Not exactly a familiar in a good way person. More like, they tried to hurt you."Lillian.."She said, and gave her a slight smile. She had never ever been close with any of the T.Uniteds.Would she ever? Maybe.
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