Party Time, City Style (Aria/Open)

[Damien Bael]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Okay, Damien would admit, the night of a thousand masks was a tradition that he was fond of, mingling with woman, who hid their features, was thrilling. Years ago he and the boys made it a challenge to see how many woman they could convince to take off their masks for them to see, though that was years and years ago, now it was...more fun in his opinion. Mostly because his lover would wear a mask, sneaking away from the castle and mingle with the mass and he would go out and find her, and when he did he would claim his prize. It was a terribly fun and one of the rare chances for them to spend time together, another one of his favorite traditions. Walking through the halls of the castle, he was getting ready to leave and join the festivals in the city, those guys knew how to have fun while here it was just a very large, very boring noble meeting as they listened to formal music and formal dancing and—urgh Damien just couldn't handle that kind of settings. He wasn't even really wanted in there anyway, and above most he HATED the strain air that seemed to be in between ANYONE he tried talking too. Lukas could handle that just fine but him? He couldn't, not when he wanted to smack the nearest person that just HAD to sneer at him because his hair was too long or his clothing was too weird or fucking, gods forbid, his eye color was that of a demon. After hearing that phrase for practically that for his whole life, he kinda got use to it, but it still pissed him off to know end sometimes. Yes his eyes were red, a strange color for a person to have, let's ignore it and focus on something else perhaps? He swore one day he was going to snap and kill all of those fucking nobles in one place ball or something. Just for those snobs to stop EXISTING, and truthfully Damien didn't think anyone would miss them anyway, the fat ass bastards. Pulling out his mask, he tilted it slightly from the rather metallic sheen on the dark blue mask. It was a rather plain mask, the blue around the eyes of the mask. Damien usually changed his mask every year so it was harder to spot him, his clothing too. He tugged at the plain white shirt he wore with simple brown slacks with knee-high black boots. To anyone he would look like a common and he would blend perfectly in the crowd once he was in the city. Looking up from his mask, he blinked as he spotted a familiar head of blonde curls before he broke out into a grin, his daughter, even though she didn't know that, Princess Aria Fabre. “Oiiii!” He shouted down to her picking up his pace to see her before she was wisked away. “You all ready for the night princess?” He loved his daughter even if she was rude to him but while he knew the truth, she didn't so it was understandable., but one would think that seeing him and helping her in training would at least loosen that hostility a little... “Heading down to the party?” She was going to be so bored...[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[JESSIKINS]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Weeeeeeeee. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She was tense as she weaved in and out of the crowd. Most were heading into the castle, Aria was one of the few leaving it. Not that she could be recognized as Aria by those around her. Only those who knew her would recognize her. She wore the dark, thin clothing that was obviously Noels. It was definitely not appropriate attire for a lady of royal standing. The neckline of the shirt dipped low, so low that she had had to - much to the horror of the woman who she had tossed the dress to - aria had had to cut the bodice of the dress off so that her chest would be covered. She may not be a lady's lady, but she knew better than to go out in the city looking like a harlot. She also wore boots, obviously her own. He had taken her clothing, not her footwear. Her hair was also pulled back into a tight ponytail, something that was only fashionable for those who had long hair or were men with short hair. She could almost pass for a man, one would have to stare hard at her chest to notice the breasts there. The princess also bore a mask that only covered half of her face. She also had a long knife stuck into her boot. One could only make it out if they stared really hard. It was not her forte in regards to weapons, but it was better than none. That being said, she certainly was a sight. Now those who knew her, knew her walk, her stature, her pride. Would recognize her as herself, but those who did not know her...well they wouldn't, and that was kind of the point. The princess did not often go out to the city. That's not to say that she never went...she actually could navigate through it surprisingly well. She believed this was because she often had a birds eye view of the city...literally. So she figured she just remembered it from her time as a bird. She was almost out of the castle when she heard the voice. She started picking up her pace but for some reason the crowd strengthened their pushing. She let out a hiss, and was about to give a good push when the man came up beside her. She frowned as he spoke, eyes narrowed. "I believe yeh have the wrong lady sire. Don't yeh believe that them's royals would 'ave the princess in the castle?" She gave him a pointed look. The whole point was for her to get out of the castle. Away from the very people surrounding her currently. Too many wanted to dance with her simply because there was talk of her being wed soon. She was sickened by it. "However, if yeh want me, I am heading to the town." Her language was far from the sophisticated lit that the ladies of the castle were talking. A glint in her eyes said that she was purposefully dumbing it down. Obviously her time amongst the servants had paid off enough that she could almost pass as one in speech. [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/style]

[Damien Bael]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Hearing her speak made Damien snort before he covered his lips to hide the smile that was spreading across it, though that didn't stop his shoulders from shaking in laughter. Her accent was terrible, but passable enough for someone to assume she was a low class servant girl, but still with Aria's image and status hearing her talk like that was truthfully one of the more hilarious things that he's heard in quite awhile. Turning his hand into a light fist, he coughed into it, trying to get himself back under control, “Oh is that so?” He said casually, “My mistake then, do be careful leaving then ma'am, the guards at the gates have been ordered to check all those that leave.” If she was heading for the front door then she was going to get caught, being princess, however feisty, the king's orders overruled hers. Walking over to her he poked her forehead, “Ya might want ta stop lookin' so angry at someone just chattin' with ya, one would think ya might be of a higher class.” He spoke with a grin. While she had the accent down she had a long way to go with the behavior of one. Those lower smiled a lot more, women especially, they also more body vocal, and truthfully Aria still held herself like she was royalty, higher then others. Chuckling Damien ruffled her hair, “Still got a long way to go.” He whispered to her, before pulling back his hand, “Well then, I shall see you later.” He told her, lifting his hand in a wave as he said goodbye, humming to himself as he started heading for the Kitchen. Kitchen was a well known spot to sneak out of the castle, had the lowest of guards and the staff that worked in there knew how to keep their mouths shut on who walks through. Truthfully, in Damien's opinion, they are more amused on who they see escape through. A number of time Damien has walked through there only stealing an apple, as his breakfast or so. It was generally fun as the head cook always made a comment towards his retreating back. It was truthfully fun and it was a long way around to the town but hey it was worth it. Besides his favorite tavern was by that exit route so really it was killing two birds with one stone. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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