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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 4, 2006 13:00:51 GMT -5
Rose walked in. Her dress was one that was her mothers. It was green and gold and, though not the prettiest or fanciest dress at the ball, she thought it very speical. She had walked in from one of the corridors that led from backstage, holding her matching mask and gasped with a smile at the splendor of the festivities. ------------------ Madame Giry wore her finest dress, which was Black and Gold and have her hair done all up, but it was still rather simple. She sat by the beverages sipping a glass of wine and making sure that everything was going well.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 4, 2006 14:29:08 GMT -5
Jeanne entered the ballroom, her slippers clinking against the ground. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a bun, but a few strands fell in soft curls to frame her face. Her year allowence from her father was spent on the finery she chose to wear this night. Her dress was a light blue that rested smartly on her shoulders. It was embroidered with a silver thread, that made her eyes shine. Her skirt was full and made of silk, and rustled nicely as she walked. She thought that maybe she had over done her attire, but she rarely had occasions where she could wear nice things, and she missed the feeling of silk.
Jeanne looked around, trying to a friendly face in all the splendore. She walked tentatively around, swaying a bit to the music and humming to herself very quietly.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 4, 2006 14:54:45 GMT -5
Rose saw Jeanne and smiled, noticing her lovely dress. ((I didn't go into so much detail cause I dunno what it looks like, tehe. Leaving that up to the Costume Contest, ) She didn't know Jeanne too well, so felt uncomfortable about approaching her.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 4, 2006 14:59:11 GMT -5
Jeanne skiled brightly, though her mask covered much of her face.
"Bonjour Rose, how are you?" said Jeanne. "Oh, what a lovely dress! The color is so pretty on you!" Jeanned looked over Rose's dress and smiled more.
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Yves strode into the ball room and stationed himself near the food. He wore all black, with a red rose in his brest pocket. His mask was black with silver embroidering, and his shoes shined, newly polished. What he wore was simple yet fitting. He looked slightly mysterious as he observed the room. Being very new, he wasn't so sure what to do next.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 4, 2006 15:27:46 GMT -5
"Bonjour Madame Jeanne!" Rose smiled as she did a slight cursy. "You're dress is quite lovely as well, I see you have a good taste in fashion." Rose saw Yves walk in, she had only seen him once before. "Jeanne, do you know who that man is? I've heard he's new here but know nothing else about him." Rose said, nodding towards Yves.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 4, 2006 18:47:35 GMT -5
Solange walked into the ballroom, a little nervous and self conscious. She wore a white dress with pink trimmings and held a matching pink and white mask. Her long blonde curls were pulled up, some trailing down her shoulders. Noticing Rose and Jeanne talking, she moved over towards them.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 4, 2006 19:15:35 GMT -5
Jeanne nodded when Solange approached. "His name is Yves I think. He's a new opera singer." Jeanne paused. "I heard he is from Normandie."
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Post by alyna on Mar 4, 2006 20:52:29 GMT -5
Alyna came in alone through a side door. She wore an elegant, yet modest, forest green dress. It was designed to look like snakeskin, and her mask like a snake's head. Her hair was half-up in a bun while the rest hung loosely by her shoulders. She searched the room for familiar faces through the slits of her mask, and made her way toward the three girls.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 4, 2006 22:45:56 GMT -5
Yves started to make his rounds around the room before he found himself quite close to the group of young ladies. He couldn't help but smirk as he quietly listened in on the conversation.
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"Alyna! Hallo, how are you?" said Jeanne when she saw Alyna.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 4, 2006 23:31:50 GMT -5
"Glad you could make it," Rose welcomed warmly as she glanced at Yves and stopped the previous conversation, noticing he was within hearing range.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 5, 2006 3:24:57 GMT -5
"How is everyone? Solange asked, dancing slightly on the spot. "I'm so excited about the masquerade,' she confessed.
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Post by Philippe Chauvet on Mar 5, 2006 4:07:39 GMT -5
Philippe entered the ballroom, smartly dressed in a black suit, white cravat and navy blue vest. On his arm was a young lady that no one had ever seen before.
Philippe thought she was gorgeous. Her red curls were pinned up at the base of her neck and she wore a beautiful pale blue dress with white lace. And the necklace she wore had been Philippe's mothers.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 5, 2006 6:14:35 GMT -5
Solange looked over to the door where she saw Philippe enter.
"Who is she??" Solange whispered. "She looks so beautiful!"
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Post by alyna on Mar 5, 2006 8:27:40 GMT -5
"I didn't know any of us would be coming with partners," admitted Alyna,"Especially ones I've never seen or met before."
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 5, 2006 8:58:03 GMT -5
"Maybe he's just showing off," Roslin interjected into the conversation.
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