summer ball

[Isabeau Adela]

“It isn't so bad, right?” Isabeau asked softly as she turned from Lev and swept her gaze over the entirety of the large, beige room. Chandeliers lay over head, enveloping the room in a warm, soft glow. Round tables, draped in off-white material, littered the room and while earlier the chairs, wrapped in the same elegant material that adorned the tables, sat empty, they were now over-flowing with people; the room and air itself seemed alive as a soft mixture of voices and music lingered all around. A gentle murmur of chatter and laughter spilled over the warmly lit dining hall, which was one of many rooms dripping with ornate and elegant décor. Issy ached to see the rest of the banquet hall filled with people, to see it up and running in action. She saw it before anyone arrived, but it was nothing like seeing it alive and full of guests; but she hadn't managed to wander farther than the small bar, that was setup just as formally as the rest of the hall.

Lev had been slightly difficult, to say the least, about coming with her to the ball, but in the end she managed to get him into a suit and into the banquet hall; promising Lev alcohol was probably what helped her in the end, and it would have been more than unfair on her part to not go through with her end of the deal. Not that she entirely minded; Lev was with her without much complaint, and appeared content, so for that she quickly batted away the annoyance building up inside of her with them not moving farther than the bar. Perhaps with a bit more alcohol in his system he'd be more complacent and willing to step away from the drinks without her having to bug him to the point of nagging.

She turned her gaze back to Lev, a small smile surfacing before a questioning look passed over her face and she whipped her head back around, taking a double-look. Something had caught her attention as she turned to face Lev, and blue orbs fell on the figure that had captured her interest, making nervous tendrils fall down her body. Through the crowded room she saw her father and she took a small, wavering breath as she faced Lev once more. Issy wasn't going to hide Lev. She wasn't at all ashamed of him, or being with him, and she wasn't going to push him out of the scene every time her father walked into sight; but that didn't mean she was going to shove Lev into his face, either. She had to ease into making her father accept the fact that Lev was a part of her, especially more now than ever; but she was going to keep that bit of information to herself for a bit longer. Over-loading Remy was something Issy wanted to avoid completely.

“I'm going to go, Levy, but I'll be back.” Isabeau said softly, her smile returning to her face as she glanced at Lev. She would have asked if he would be alright on his own, but she knew that he could handle being on his own, especially with an ample supply of alcohol. At least she didn't have to worry about him wandering off and not being able to find him. Without waiting for a reply from him, she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his for a moment before pulling away and taking a step back. “Don't over do it.” She mused, raising her brow as she nodded toward the drink he already had before him. She knew he could easily go through ten before she even thought of returning, but she hoped he had more sense than to drink so much.

Issy spun on her heel after a moment, feeling her nerves fire up once more as she felt her father's presence as if he were standing directly behind her. She pulled at the delicate, golden material of her dress as she walked, lifting it so there was no chance of her tripping or stepping on it, making it easier for her to move across the room full of people, tables and chairs. Within a minute she was within a few feet of her father, and despite the nervousness that coursed through her, warmth spilled over her body and it wasn't at all hard to smile as she approached Remy. “There you are! I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost.” Issy's smile reflected in her softly spoken words as she slowed her pace and came to stop in front of her father, not bothering in the least to see if she was, or was about to, interrupt something between her father and someone else. Allowing the hem of her gown to fall passed her ankles once more, Issy reached up to tuck her hair behind her right ear only to realize that she didn't have her hair down. She forgot about having her hair piled on top her head, nice and tight and out of her face. Mentally shrugging, she smiled at Remy and tilted her head to the side, for a moment sweeping her gaze to take in the sight of him in a suit; it was a rare sight to see, which was an utter shame in her opinion. “You look nice!”

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[Kaviel]

Today was the day. He really wasn't all that much of a social person, so a ball wasn't something he looked forward too that well. However, Issy managed to convince him to host it anyway, and so here the day was. Dressed in a black suit and tie, he stood on the second floor and overlooked the main open floor area of the banquet hall. He had invited everyone to come by, except for his enemies of course. People such as Kamiya and Saben were a definite no, no. He didn't want Lev here either, and he could only hope that Issy didn't bring him. The two of them couldn't stand one other, Remy probably hating Lev more than Lev hated him. Just the mere existence of Lev angered him, so if it hadn't been for Issy, Remy would've killed him a long time ago. She was the only thing keeping him alive from Remy, and he had no idea that sooner or later, he'd have another reason for allowing Lev to live.

As he looked on, he could sense a number of different species. There were quite a few angels, as well as some humans, werewolves, shifters, and all the like. Even a few demons had decided to come, but as long as they didn't start anything, Remy wouldn't push them away. Now why couldn't he be like that with Lev? Well, it was mainly the fact that Lev himself was an annoyance. Remy hated his attitude, and wanted nothing more than to shut him up for good. There was no doubt he would too if he ever got the chance from Issy. If Lev were to ever harm her in any way, Remy would flat out kill him. But that didn't apply to the hunter only. Anyone who harmed her would be killed. For the time being though, he was focused on more positive things as he walked away from where he once stood, and over to the stairs.

He then made his way down to the first floor, walking through the crowds of people before he found a friend of his. Remy had personally invited him over, since the two of them had been friends for some time now. Of course, this friend was an angel, and he went by the name of Jordan. Often times, Jordan would help Remy with his different issues, mainly ones that had to do with the war. Now while he never really fought up front, he was more of that "insider" person. Jordan liked to stay out of immediate harm's way, and that was just fine by Remy. He wasn't about to force anybody into this war, especially friends. Still though, that didn't mean that Jordan was safe. Anyone who affiliated with Remy in any way, could be threatened. His family found that out the hard way, and he didn't doubt that people would go after his friends as well.

So after speaking with Jordan for a bit, Remy carried on his way to other parts of the room. It seemed like everyone was having their bit of fun, and he was glad to see that. There were people laughing, smiling, and enjoying the food that had been set out. He also noticed that there were quite a few people that he's never met before, and that was fine as well. Again, anyone was welcomed, as long as they didn't plan on starting any sort of trouble. And if there was anyone who did, Remy would deal with them himself. His level of tolerance for such a thing at the moment, was at or near zero. For the time being though, he was certain that everyone here so far was only looking to have fun. So he continued his way through the crowd, until he found yet another friend. This one was human though, which made no real difference to Remy.

A few minutes into their conversation, the angel caught on to all too familiar scent. It was sweet, and something he could never really get enough of. When he heard her voice, her turned his head to see his daughter. "Lost?" He said with a smile. "I haven't been lost in years." He was adding on to her joke, but it was a true statement. Remy had never truly been lost, and if he ever found himself in that situation, he could simply teleport somewhere else. Now as Issy strolled up to him and came to a stop, he could smell the scent of Lev on her. He didn't like it, but he knew that Issy was always around him, so he didn't mention it. From there, he quickly and politely excused himself from the other conversation he was having with a friend, and smiled at Issy's comment. "And you're looking beautiful as always." He said to her.

She looked even better in a dress with her hair put up, though Remy could only wish to see her more often like that. The same could probably be said for Issy though, when it came to Remy wearing a suit. "Find any friends here, yet?" He asked. To some, it might've seemed like he was referring to Lev,, but Lev wasn't on his mind at all anymore. At least not for the time being. He simply wanted to know if there was anyone here that Issy knew.

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Word count: 921
Notes: The more people, the merrier
Lyrics: Family Reunion - Saliva
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[Lev Milokov]

The moment he heard about it, he didn't want to go. Lev already had his issues with Remy, and Remy certainly had his issues with Lev as well. Not to mention that he was undoubtedly unwelcome to the ball that was being hosted. There was no way in hell that Remy would invite him over, and that was Lev's reason for not wanting to go. However, when he discussed it with Issy, he saw how much she really wanted to go with him, despite her father's thoughts. So after some time and convincing, Lev gave in and told Issy that he'd go. Of course, she had promised him alcohol if he went, which helped push him in her direction. Even without that promise though, he still likely would've went, all so he could please Issy and keep her happy. Now that they were a couple, he always put her happiness in front of his. Again, he wanted Isabeau to enjoy her time there, and not feel any sort of discomfort or displeasure.

That being said, Issy had told him that she hadn't yet informed her father about her pregnancy. Lev would be straight forward in saying that he'd hate to see Remy's reaction to the news, but he was aware that the angel would never harm his daughter. Ever. So it would all be verbal, which could be just as bad as physical in some cases. Yet, Lev knew that Remy had a temper as well, and instead of taking his anger out on Issy, he'd take out on him. Remy already hated him, and this would surely give him more reason. Lev just hoped that he'd keep enough sense to realize that he was going to be a dad. If Remy killed Lev, he'd be taking away the father of his unborn grandson. It would have major impacts on Markov, which is what they decided to name their son. So if Remy didn't want to consider Lev, hopefully he'd consider grandson.

As Lev arrived to the ball though, he took all those thoughts out of his mind. Even so, it would pop back up in his head every now and then. He couldn't help it. And now as he and Issy walked towards the bar, she did exactly as she promised. She was allowing him to have a few drinks, and Lev wasn't about to hold back. Taking a glass, the person behind the table filled it with some wine and handed it to Lev before moving on to whoever was next. Wine was really never much of his thing, he preferred the harder and heavier stuff. He wasn't about to complain though. So he looked at Issy, hearing her state that she was going to go for a moment. He understood, since he saw Remy walking around in another area. When she pressed her lips to his, he gave her a quick kiss back and smiled. "Aw, then there isn't much fun in it." He said to her. He was obviously joking though, and in no way did he plan on getting drunk here at the ball. Lev was smarter than that.

Unlike a number of people, he only got drunk when he could...save for that time that he showed up for work, still smashed from the night before. That was awhile ago though, and he learned from that mistake. Now, he drank "responsibly", knowing that in some occasions, you had to limit how much you had. This was one such instance, and again, Lev wasn't planning on getting drunk. Thankfully, he had a pretty high tolerance for such things, so he could have quite a few drinks before he'd start to feel them. That being said, he stayed in the bar area, but walked around to see if he could find anyone he knew. Off in other rooms, he could spot a few parents with their children, and it only anticipated him more. He wanted Markov, and he couldn't wait for the moment where he became a father.

Lev would cherish the moments of Markov's childhood greatly, knowing that it never lasted long. Before you knew it, your kids were off on their own. He didn't want things happening that quickly, but who could blame him? The way he was raised, he never really had parents himself. Sure, there was his birth mother and his father, but they had abandoned him like the morning trash. Throughout his life, the closest thing he had to caring for kids, was when he helped out back at the facility in Russia. Even then, he wasn't allowed to treat them as children. Just "students", and "hunters in training". So taking care of Markov would be something new for him, but in no way did that mean he'd lack. He knew how to care for a kid, it's just that he never got a chance to. For the time being though, he'd have to wait until Markov was born.

With a drink in hand and dressed in a suit, which Issy had asked him to wear, he moved through the crowd of people. He hoped that he'd find more friends here than enemies, since there weren't too many who took a liking to hunters.

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Lyrics: Storm to pass - Atreyu
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[shiloh]

YOU TASTE LIKE HEAVEN, BUT GOD

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There was something about tonight that Shiloh just didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why she was even going to this, Remy didn’t even like hunters, so Shiloh could just get herself killed at this ball. She probably didn’t even know anyone going, so she was just going to sit on the small bed in the hotel room she had gotten the other night. The television didn’t work, and her IPOD was currently dead from not being able to charge it. Her green eyes glanced over to the black cocktail dress she had managed to grab at the old Bridgefield mall. It was really pretty, and Shiloh had even gotten some shoes, and earrings to go with it. She didn’t know how she managed to walk out of the mall with it all in her little backpack, but she had managed too. Not that she wouldn’t have been able to out run the “mall security.” Shiloh sighed to herself, and moved herself from the bed, and went into the bathroom. She turned on the water, and showered herself with cold water. She had managed to wash her hair and body before the water started to make weird noises, and turned off completely. Sometimes, Shiloh wondered why she ever left her family. Well, her young siblings, and grandmother. She always wondered how they were doing, and if Jordan and Ashlynn were behaving. She was sure they would, they had always been well rounded, and raised properly. Somewhat anyways.

Shiloh dried her hair with the towel, and twisted it around her hair. She slipped on the little black dress she had. She looked at herself in it in the broken mirror. She looked good, not to sound conceited or anything. She slipped on her necklace, and the earrings she had gotten. She let the towel fall from her hair, and hit the ground. She brushed it out, and let her hair curl. After applying what little make-up she had, Shiloh put on the heels she had, and walked out the hotel door. She wasn’t carrying anything, no knives, not even a pocketbook. She didn’t want to make it seem like she was a hunter, though she was sure that most non-humans could tell. She wasn’t exactly sure if they could or not, but she’d rather not take the risk. It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but when doing it in heels, it tended to hurt your feet faster. Shiloh wasn’t complaining though, she could still hurt someone if they tried to mess with her. The heel would do some damage, but not much.

Her average time arriving was an hour later. She had gotten lost, then had to retract her last steps to find it. Shiloh had never really been around this area before, so it made it more difficult to find. She let her green eyes wander of the building, and let out a nervous sigh. Shiloh wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was hoping that no creature tried to kill her. That wouldn’t be the best feeling in the world. She let some of her red hair fall over her face as she walked in. There weren’t many there yet, which was good and bad. Good because no one would really notice her, bad because if there were dangerous creatures, they’d be able to smell her more easily. So, to make herself less known, Shiloh started towards the back of the place. Shiloh’s green eyes observed people, very different people at that. It shocked her how different people were who came. Finally, her green eyes were able to look at the Arch Angel himself. He was incredibly scary looking, and she had no idea why hunter’s would’ve even tried to kill him. Then again, Shiloh didn’t understand why they tried to kill angel’s anyways. They were beautiful creatures, and suppose to be good, right?

With a slight sigh, Shiloh moved around the back of the room. Finding a drink, Shiloh took it quietly, and took one sip. Her face puckered lightly, she wasn’t use to alcohol. It tasted bitter to her tongue, so she set it back down. She moved away from the table, and went towards the open floor. She watched Remy carefully, this was the first time she had ever seen him, it was strange. She hadn’t really met that many angels before. Shiloh wondered silently to herself if they were rare. She didn’t honestly know, she had only met three herself, and they all seemed descent enough. Of course, Shiloh never trusted easily anyways. She let her eyes travel else where, trying to make who was who. Shiloh was pretty sure she wouldn’t be finding any demons here, but she could always be wrong. She had learned that not all demons were terrible. Rory, for example, was a somewhat good demon. Maybe it was just because he annoyed on some things, and the fact that he flirted with her. Shiloh always got flustered when guys tried to flirt with her.

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[Milo Falken]

Thankfully, Remy had likely planned for this ball to take place at a time where a full moon wouldn't be a threat. It was in a waning crescent phase at the moment, so for the time being, it had no influence on most lycans. That included Milo, and he was thankful for it. A ball actually sounded interesting to him, so he had planned for it not too long after getting the message. While he was there, maybe he'd be able to find a few people that he knew. Hey, it was a open invitation anyway, and he was aware that a lot of people would likely show up. His chances of finding someone he knew there were pretty good, but just who he'd find, he wasn't sure about. Milo remembered a few friends saying that they would go, and that was about it. Now as far as vampires went, it didn't matter if they were there. He's grown used to having them around every once and awhile, despite how much his wolf hated it.

For the most part, Milo could ignore the wolf's feelings and move on with things. If it carried on for too long though, he could start to lose his temper. That was in rare cases though, and it was why he preferred to stay away from vampires. Well, that and the fact that they reeked. They were dead, and the smell didn't hide that. Vampires smelled like rotten corpses in his opinion, possibly the closest thing to a zombie that you could get. It didn't seem to matter in what they did to hide their scents either. A vampire always smelled horrible. To a werewolf at least. For humans, they probably couldn't tell the difference. Yet vampires weren't too much of a concern for Milo as he walked up to the front of the building and made his way inside. He could sense a few already, but he'd make sure to keep away from them if possible.

Now as Milo made his appearance into the main area of the ball, he got a few glances. Who could blame them though? What he was wearing wasn't exactly something you saw everyday. He had on a red and black tuxedo, with a black top hat and a cane. Now why all this you ask? Because he could and he liked to stand out. That was why. If anyone had any trouble with it, then that was their problem, not his. So Milo continued through the crowd, glancing around every so often to see if there were any familiar faces. At the moment, he didn't recognize anyone besides Remy, who as a bit too obvious to miss. Milo didn't know him personally though, and he seemed to be talking to his daughter, so he wouldn't bother with trying to start any kind of conversation with him. As Milo got towards a less dense area of the crowd though, his senses picked up on something.

It was familiar to him, very familiar at that. However, he didn't believe all too much. What he sensed, was Celeste, or someone like her. But almost as quickly as it had come to him, he pushed it away. Last time he knew, Celeste was still in Germany, not here in Bridgefield. So he passed it off as something else and moved on. Now what caught his interest was a small table of food. There was a bit of meat, and his wolf couldn't help but to be drawn to it. Milo didn't mind, and allowed himself to wander over and snagged one of the samples. Despite being a werewolf, he wasn't much of a picky eater. So one sample was enough before he made his way back around the ball. Angels, demons, shifters, and what not, they were all here. What still bugged him though, was that sense of Celeste being around as well.

He wanted to keep it out of his mind, but it kept coming up each time that the scent came to him. Not to mention that he was the one who made her into who she is now. So their bond was even stronger, whether they liked it or not. Of course, he never meant to turn her in the first place, but it was that damned full moon. He doubted werewolves could ever learn to control themselves at that point, since they haven't even come close to it for years. The only real option at the moment was keeping it away completely like they had when he was at that asylum, but that came with consequences. And if you weren't careful, those consequences could be tragic. The first time that he turned after getting out from the asylum, his wolf was beyond pissed. It was like some sort of god being able to reign again after being dormant, or somewhat dormant at least.

But that was his past, and Milo never liked bringing it up much. So he pushed the thoughts of Celeste away again and made his way over to a corner of the room. There, he simply leaned against the wall to watch over things. Again, he liked to watch from the outside, and at times quite literally.

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Lyrics: Heartkiller - H.I.M
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[Kirill Fedoseev]

There were two reasons he was going to the ball: Lucien, Lev and alcohol. Well, there were three reasons but he didn't really count Lev. Lev was a bonus for going to the ridiculous gathering, it was mainly Lucien and alcohol that drove him; more Lucien than anything, though. The little bugger talked about it for weeks, non-stop. No matter where they were, or what they were doing, he somehow managed to find a way to wiggle in the ball, whether or not it pertained to the situation. It was annoying, frustrating and grating; a few days before the ball, Kirill simply wanted to punt Lucien in the face just so the kid would shut the fuck up. However, he found that exchanging taking Lucien to the ball for a few days of silence shut the kid up nicely, despite the fact that he doomed himself all in the same blow. Oh, the sacrifices he made for other people.

And then another battle began: Lucien and his wardrobe. Kirill object, completely, to Lucien going to the ball in anything but a suit and he put his foot down. He even went out of his way to get a suit custom tailored for the young hunter. Thankfully he didn't have to blow more money than he wanted to, having already a suit for himself. The day of the ball couldn't have come sooner if it tried, but even then Kirill found himself still suffering horribly, the torture he had to endure coming in the blabbering form of Lucien. The boy exploded on the day of the ball, and Kirill was at the end of his patience. By the end of the work day he just about wanted to strangle Lucien again, but he held on to whatever patience he did have left. He took comfort in the fact that the ball was only a few hours away, and once it was over he'd no longer have to hear another fuckin' thing about it.

After much coaxing, prodding and threatening, Kirill managed to wrestle Lucien into his suit after an hour or two, and then the two were off to the ball; despite having started at seven, Kirill and Lucien didn't arrive until about 7:20. He enjoyed the frantic looks that Lucien shot him and took a bit of pleasure from the young boy's anxiety at being late, but Kirill also like being fashionably late. If it wasn't work related, even if his life depended on it, Kirill was never on time. He only felt a tad uncomfortable as he stepped inside the grand establishment, glancing around the lively crowd dressed in only the finest. The ball was open to any and all, and even without extra senses Kirill knew that people of all species were gathered together and it slightly poked at him, despite having nothing against non-humans. His job entailed him to be on guard, be wary, suspicious and cuatious, but he suppressed them as best he could. Knowing full well that Remy was hosting the ball, Kirill was going to behave to the best of his ability and no one worth killing would be around. No one would be dumb enough to attend the ball with the intention to cause any sort of trouble, not with Remy as host.

His weapons left at home, Kirill felt nearly naked as he walked through the crowd despite the gray suit that adorned his body; a black, silk dress shirt lay underneath his suit, and that was the extent of his dressing up. He didn't care much for ties, and so he ditched one all together. Whether or not he stuck out because of it, he didn't care. Ties were funny looking in his perspective, and Lev was no exception. A smirk tugged at Kirill's lips as he spotted his friend across the room and at once set off for him, not caring if Lucien fell behind; in fact, he hoped to lose the little bugger. His ears needed a break, and as it was his foot was aching to go somewhere that Lucien probably wouldn't want it. His pace slowed as he caught sight of the petite blonde that stood by Lev, suddenly contemplating if heading for his friend was worth it. Issy, as cute and sweet as she appeared, was a bitch, at least to him. He kept it a secret, even from Lev, but Issy frightened him on some level. Her eyes were sharp, her tongue sharper and her attitude a magnitude of razor sharp that actually made him wince. It seemed she saved all her bitch for him, and it intimidated him despite how much he seemed to enjoy her annoyance. Finding humor in it was the only way he could deal with her; he didn't understand how Lev was so taken with her.

Kirill's blue eyes brightened when he saw Issy's attention waver from Lev, and within seconds she was off on the trail of someone else and leaving Lev behind. Perfect. Weaving in and out of groups of people, he sauntered over to where Lev stood but before he could reach the other man, Lev began to wander off. This slightly irritated Kirill; already it was hard to get to Lev, but he had to go and be a sub-conscience dick and walk away from him. “Lev!” As if shouting over the laughter and voices would catch Lev's attention, but he wasn't going to rely upon simply capturing his attention via calling out his name. Not bothering with being polite any longer, Kirill shoved someone quite literally out of his way and bounded after Lev, and finally caught him a few seconds later. A smile played over his lips; 'Hey' and 'Hello' were so over-rated. He reached out just as Lev lifted the glass he held to his lips, and his fingers caught the bottom of Lev's glass; he tilted the glass forward, just enough to spill a bit of it's contents on Lev. Were his actions immature and boyish? Probably. Did he care? Not at all; in fact, he thought it was pretty damn hilarious. “Apparently, you have a hole in your lip.” He snorted lightly, his words flowing out in Russian. At times, speaking in Russian was something he did automatically, no matter who he was speaking to, due to the fact that it was his native language; but he purposefully spoke in his native tongue this time, attempting to keep his conversation private in the sea of people. Lev would probably, somehow, get him back, but hey! It was all good; it kept things fun.

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[hazel]

eloise was not a ball person. and yet she found herself standing in the giant hall wearing a white knee-length and strapless dress. more than occasionally she was pulling the dress up, her lack of chest making it difficult to look as elegant as she imagined she would. her hair was not tied back, but had been curled to cascade in thick locks around her shoulders. she wore just the slightest bit of makeup, keeping the look very natural. she wore no heels, finding that it was more than hard to keep her balance in them. she wore a shrug over her dress, being sure to hide her wings, and the healing wound on her shoulder. it was much better now, but with the wrong movement it wojuld make you gasp at the very least. so, eloise just never made that wrong move.

this ball was so reminiscent of the one she went to years ago. it was her first and last, she had thought at the time. she had been dragged along with her father and mother before they split up. they seemed to be the life of the party, hell it could have been their party for all as eloise knew back then. she danced with her father and kept to the sidelines. she had been wearing a white dress, similar to the one she was wearing now. looking down, she eyed her figure, or lack thereof, and sighed. it was that night that her parents split up and the lies began. eloise swore to never lie. somehow, as time went on, this grew harder and harder. pushing the memories aside, she peered around with bright blue eyes. there had to be faces she knew here ... well she couldn't see any at the moment. frowning, she shifted her weight to her left hip and nibbled on her lower lip. her gaze flickered over to the punch bowl, and with a few short steps she was there and getting herself a cup. hopefully it wasn't spiked. smiling, she lifted the cup to her lips, turning to face the crowd.

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[fyren]

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Balls weren't something that the werewolf ever made an effort to attend, or have anything to do with at all actually. But he had nothing more to do on this day and decided that it couldn't hurt anyone if he did go. It wasn't a full moon, so there was no danger there, and he knew that there was going to be alcohol there, and much of it too, it was a ball after all. He had the idea that he was going to have a good time at the ball this night, but also he had the idea that she would probably be alone for most of the time. He didn't really like the feeling of being alone, but since it was pretty much what he felt all the time, he was used to it. After losing pretty much all of his family over the past eight years, father, sister, wife, daughter... The last two broke him something severe. He had left his family for the woman he loved, married and had a child that he would do anything for, and then they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and died when a car crashed into theirs, killing both girls instantly and breaking Fyren into multiple pieces, pieces that he was yet to pick up and put back together. But he was able to appear quite together for the most part, and for what people saw. Of cause he still had his family, mother and siblings, but he felt like he is meant to stay in Bridgefield, there was something keeping him here.

Getting ready for the ball surprisingly took a little over and hour to do. Fyren always took great pride in his appearance, so going out somewhere there was going to be many people called for a great deal of preparation and such. He had found a silvery-gray suit, liked it and decided to buy it. And after a quick shower to clean off, the canine slipped into the suit, with a white formal shirt underneath. He finished off his outfit with a loose black tie and a pair of black dress shoes. He ran a comb through his hair, as it was growing and he hadn't had it cut for a while, meaning that it was a little longer than it usually was, and longer than he usually liked it. But it was one that he could more than easily get over, since it wasn't going to hurt him or anyone else, right? Too bad if it was, he wouldn't notice it anyway, he'd get distracted or something, wander off and ignore the fact that someone was getting hurt, unless he knew them and actually cared instead of not caring or liking or anything else like that.

With one final look in the mirror to make sure that he looked at his best for all the people that he didn't care about, he left. Being a werewolf, he could have simply teleported there, but he hated what he was, he longed to be human but knew that it was never going to happen, ever. He didn't like using his curse to any extent, the heightened sight, hearing, speed and such he couldn't get away from, but everything else he could. Other than the transformations of cause. He hated that full moon, it was such a good thing that it wasn't the full moon on this night, because Fyren would have locked himself in his house until the night was over. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but it was what had to happen, he couldn't have himself out and about causing havoc in wolf form. Instead, he took his car, well took his car most of the way. He parked it about a block away and walked the rest of the way. He wasn't looking forward to it, well not looking forward to it a lot. There was a slight bit of happiness and looking forward to it a small bit. Once there, he walked in and took a quick look around, and let himself sense the others around him. There was at least one of each other species there, he was only sure of that because there were many different scents, one's that he had not smelt before. He shook it off and continued in, straight to the bar, where he ordered some scotch. He sat on a stool at the bar, and downed some of his drink before leaning on the bar and wondering if he would get kicked out of he lit up a cigarette. He decided that he would, so left the packet he had in his pocket where it was. Instead, he glanced around, mainly up and down the bar. He saw a few faces that he knew, well more like recognised. But the one that he knew both face and name, along with what he did for a living, was Lev. A look of disgust came to Fyren's face as he watched him for a few seconds, before watching him leave and go elsewhere. A sigh escaped him as he turned back to the bar and downed some more of his drink.

tagged;
everyone =D
word count;
eight - six - two
lyrics;
pop song for us rejects - silverchair
credits;
me, aka RUSTY halo ?! of caution 2.0
notes;
bleh! just thought i'd post. first all in thread i've ever been a part of =D

[lucien]

Finally the day had come. He'd been excited for it ever since he got the letter. Actually not really. He'd been excited for it ever since he got up the courage to ask Peyton. As friends.. of course. Still he had stuttered and blundered over his words, and repeated himself allot. Finally, after rather forcefully telling him to spit it out, he practically yelled it. He had quickly added the as friends part on the end, blushing madly. She said yes though. And ever since, he'd been bouncing off the wall's and driving poor Kirril to near insanity begging to take him. Lucien new good and well he was probably skating on thin ice, but also that, for as much as he talked, Kirril probably wouldn't hurt him.... Probably. Eventually though, a few days before the ball, the older hunter gave in. On the conditions, he'd have to stay quiet for the next few days after, and he had to wear a suit. That dampened the kids mood quite a bit. He grumbled and complained, but Kirril wouldn't hear of it. He got a suit, much to his disdain.

Though his mood reached his heights as the ball came around. And finally here he was, Black suit and tie, which was rather hypocritical of Kirril since he hadn't worn one.A bit late thanks to Kirril, which annoyed him greatly. Kirril walked off, to go find Lev most likely, leaving the young hunter by himself. He tugged at the collar of his suit, as if trying to make it a little easier to breath in it. It was also rather itchy. He also thought he looked stupid, and Peyton probably would too.

Speaking of which, she didn't seem to be here yet. This made him slightly nervous. Had something happened to her? had she just simply changed her mind? They were late.. did she think he stood her up. He was starting to panic slightly, though he wasn't quite sure why. She was just his friend after all. his friend who was a girl. A cute girl. A cute girl with an even cuter personality. He gulped slightly, as he still didn't see her, feeling rather awkward standing by himself. He walked on to find Kirril again, and probably Lev. He had a little trouble pushing his way through the crowd, but finally succeeded only too see Kirril tip the glass Lev was drinking. He raised an eyebrow at his " legal guardian" " Aren't I supposed to be the child here?"[/color]