Post by Elysia O'Broin on Nov 20, 2010 20:37:54 GMT -5
Her head felt heavy and her face felt like it had been painted over with something thick and equally heavy. The wig itched and was making her pinned hair mat with sweat while she wandered around feeling like a clown, but it was a necessary evil tonight; when one wanted to be as unrecognisable as possible, why not do something that was entirely out of character? The curly black wig had been easy enough to obtain from an online store with her meager savings, but Elly really wasn't one for make-up and was thus at a loss when it came to applying it. If Kisa had still been there, she'd have asked her for help, but instead she'd had to pay another girl to apply it for her.
But it was working! She'd been asked to dance by several boys who otherwise would have sneered at her if they'd known who she really was. The velvet dress she'd managed to snag on her last visit into town was just showy enough to throw anyone off who knew about her preference for muted colors but also conservative enough to be elegant--as far as vampire costumes went. She for one thought the red velvet and black lace was lovely and that the beaded mask hiding the top half of her face completed the ensemble nicely and wore it like a proud model. Sure her shoes were a bit clunky, but she liked the extra height she got from them.
She was a pretty and mysterious ghost for one night and approachable by anyone who thought to glance at her. Tonight she wasn't the insane Irish girl or the girl who was too touchy-feely and had no sense of personal space; she was just one of a number of masked girls hoping for a night of escape.
"Would you like to dance?" another boy asked her, holding out a gloved hand.
Smiling prettily, she accepted and followed him to the dance floor. They twirled to the music for a while, all grace and laughter before she took her leave and flounced back toward the punch bowel, accepting the proffered plastic cup with a quirk of red painted lips. She could still feel the hot stare of the boy she had danced with, the warmth of his hands through the waist of her dress and her black gloves, but knew better than to pursue him anymore outside of a simple dance. If he found out who she really was, and likewise any of her other dance partners, she would instantly be rejected.
And frankly she couldn't handle that.
But it was working! She'd been asked to dance by several boys who otherwise would have sneered at her if they'd known who she really was. The velvet dress she'd managed to snag on her last visit into town was just showy enough to throw anyone off who knew about her preference for muted colors but also conservative enough to be elegant--as far as vampire costumes went. She for one thought the red velvet and black lace was lovely and that the beaded mask hiding the top half of her face completed the ensemble nicely and wore it like a proud model. Sure her shoes were a bit clunky, but she liked the extra height she got from them.
She was a pretty and mysterious ghost for one night and approachable by anyone who thought to glance at her. Tonight she wasn't the insane Irish girl or the girl who was too touchy-feely and had no sense of personal space; she was just one of a number of masked girls hoping for a night of escape.
"Would you like to dance?" another boy asked her, holding out a gloved hand.
Smiling prettily, she accepted and followed him to the dance floor. They twirled to the music for a while, all grace and laughter before she took her leave and flounced back toward the punch bowel, accepting the proffered plastic cup with a quirk of red painted lips. She could still feel the hot stare of the boy she had danced with, the warmth of his hands through the waist of her dress and her black gloves, but knew better than to pursue him anymore outside of a simple dance. If he found out who she really was, and likewise any of her other dance partners, she would instantly be rejected.
And frankly she couldn't handle that.
