Post by Cindy Vortex on Oct 26, 2005 22:50:16 GMT -5
It’s funny how much of a universal appeal masquerades tend to have. This universal appeal is most likely what had Cindy Vortex and Libby Folfax dressed up, a pair of rather fancy masks adorning their faces. Said masks matched, actually: a golden shield over the eyes and forehead, embellished pleasantly with similarly-colored feathers and jewels. The costume superstore was really a lifesaver.
Although their masks did, the pair’s costume certainly didn’t. While Libby was dressed chararistically as the Egyptian queen Cleopatra, Cindy had chosen a Renaissance-era dress. She had finished off the Guenevere impression with the auburn wig and headband, both articles that had come with the costume itself.
This dance--or whatever it was--was much different than the first school dance had been, admittedly. This was mostly likely because of the presence of the confused hoard of teenagers bustling about in an attempt to find their friends. Libby and Cindy weren’t fazed. They could only count their blessings that they’d shopped and arrived together. This had, of course, been the plan from the beginning. Finding anyone else was a different story.
Some dancing had already taken place, though they had escaped while they could. It was hard to stay in the same general area when overly-confused people were dashing about everywhere. Obviously not everyone was having quite as lovely a time as the two best friends. They had taken refuge by the punch table some time ago, not at all desperate to be crushed by the rampage. They now chatted aimlessly between themselves, not paying attention much to the outside world.
“So, who all do you think actually showed up?” Cindy asked, taking a sip of punch and smiling sarcasatically.
“As if I know!” Libby rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in defeat. “I haven’t even taken the time to look!”
“Me neither. Good luck to people trying to find anyone in this crowd. Thanks to that ‘masks at all times until 11’ rule, I don’t think things are going to slow down for another hour or so.” Cindy replied, touching her hair slightly before realizing it was not her own and running her fingers through it would most likely take the wig off.
Libby’s gold headpiece glinted in the strobe light as she nodded in agreement. “We’ve been here an hour-and-a-half? No way.” She took a sip of punch, eyes surfing the crowd. “Doesn’t seem like that long even.”
“Really doesn’t.” Cindy agreed, also looking out on the chaotic crowd. “Poor souls...” she muttered under her breath, though a glint of malice resided deep in her eyes.
{ o o c : Ha, look at that... first half I actually kind of liked, but the second is... blah. Well, whatever. Let's get this puppy rolling. I'm bored longterm. }
Although their masks did, the pair’s costume certainly didn’t. While Libby was dressed chararistically as the Egyptian queen Cleopatra, Cindy had chosen a Renaissance-era dress. She had finished off the Guenevere impression with the auburn wig and headband, both articles that had come with the costume itself.
This dance--or whatever it was--was much different than the first school dance had been, admittedly. This was mostly likely because of the presence of the confused hoard of teenagers bustling about in an attempt to find their friends. Libby and Cindy weren’t fazed. They could only count their blessings that they’d shopped and arrived together. This had, of course, been the plan from the beginning. Finding anyone else was a different story.
Some dancing had already taken place, though they had escaped while they could. It was hard to stay in the same general area when overly-confused people were dashing about everywhere. Obviously not everyone was having quite as lovely a time as the two best friends. They had taken refuge by the punch table some time ago, not at all desperate to be crushed by the rampage. They now chatted aimlessly between themselves, not paying attention much to the outside world.
“So, who all do you think actually showed up?” Cindy asked, taking a sip of punch and smiling sarcasatically.
“As if I know!” Libby rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in defeat. “I haven’t even taken the time to look!”
“Me neither. Good luck to people trying to find anyone in this crowd. Thanks to that ‘masks at all times until 11’ rule, I don’t think things are going to slow down for another hour or so.” Cindy replied, touching her hair slightly before realizing it was not her own and running her fingers through it would most likely take the wig off.
Libby’s gold headpiece glinted in the strobe light as she nodded in agreement. “We’ve been here an hour-and-a-half? No way.” She took a sip of punch, eyes surfing the crowd. “Doesn’t seem like that long even.”
“Really doesn’t.” Cindy agreed, also looking out on the chaotic crowd. “Poor souls...” she muttered under her breath, though a glint of malice resided deep in her eyes.
{ o o c : Ha, look at that... first half I actually kind of liked, but the second is... blah. Well, whatever. Let's get this puppy rolling. I'm bored longterm. }
