(I present my chatacter for the party. I chose the costume of V, from the movie: “V for Vendetta”. Feeling that characteristics of the character suit me.. Can't wait to read the entries of the other guests…)
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With each step, the veil of darkness becomes thicker, almost taking away my breath, body trembling with anticipation. As the crowd starts to move forward, I feel the arm of my companion slip from mine and in the pitch black corridor, she moves out of arms reach. Used to the shadows, I move to the side of the slowly treading group, finding the edges of the dark void and carefully tread forwards.
I see the eruption of green flames, the Keep and Grand Hall appearing out of nothing, keeping myself hidden in the shadows, only a light glimmer of my white mask betraying my position. Silently I listen to the welcome of our host, both my face as my mask not showing any emotion as I watch the shackles fall from his wrists. Slowly I scan the surroundings, seeing the crowd relax, the first openings showing as they dispurse themselves through the room. Some people clinging together, some couples holding eachother, by hand or bodies touching, the first guests taking a drink from a tray, offered by the servants that just materialised in the Hall.
In admiration I look around. The Hall fit for a grand party, the refreshments and food of exquisit quality and taste, the subtlety of them scenting the air, the arrangements making my mouth water. The heavy beat of the music fills my ears as I watch our host, trying to fit his demeanor into the Keep that will be our house for the night. The pale moonlight shining on the silver collars of the creatures in orange, sparkles in the corner of my eyes, attracting my attention to them. I glance at them briefly, wondering what role they will play during the party. The heavy beat of the music enticing their bodies to move. Bouncing breasts, swaying hips and glistening eyes accentuate their presence.
My eyes wander over the crowd, trying to guess who is hiding underneath the wild array of costumes, guessing the pressence of some friends. At least, based on the way they move, their height or the subtle unique body language that characterises them, some seem to be here. I smile, the recognition of those I know, taking away the eerie feeling the enchanted surroundings have given me.
From a little distance I see my companion look around, trying to find me. Her blue hair, bound together in 2 pony tails, her gorgeous body tightly wrapped in a girlish school uniform, her eyes sliding and wandering through the room, hoping to catch a glimpse as she unexpectedly lost her physical contact with me. I wrap my cloak around my body and appear from the shadows. Some guests look at me in wonder, guessing wether I am part of the entourage or a guest myself.
Slowly I approach my companion from behind, my black leather boots not making a single noise on the black, bottomless floor. I grab two glasses of champagne from a tray as a servant passes by. Each carefully placed step brings me closer to her and just as I reach her, she turns and sees me. A big smile appears on her face as I take a deep bow and speak. “MyLady, in the darkness I lost my connection with you. I am glad you were not swallowed up by that void of nothingness. But now that we have reconnected, shall we drink and toast to a wonderful party?”
