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Post by Lucy Christos on Nov 23, 2009 18:36:28 GMT -5
Caligula Andalusia had lived a life of immense privilege. As a daughter of Spain's upper crust, she had been given all she dreamed about and more. Of course, that came with a price: She was a good little vampire and played her role; being seen at all the best parties, on all the right arms. Her Mother and Father, the Duke and Dutchess, let her do as she pleased as long as she stayed out of the way. Easy enough, wasn't it? Then, they'd begin to ask more of her- When she was eighteen they forced her into a loveless marriage; to be a trophy wife to a man she thought of as an Uncle. Luckily, his disposition meant they never consummated that union so she continued to be treated more like a daughter than a wife. And then her parents dissolved that too- Giving her a new task. The Duchess had left the outfit for the night on Cali's bed. The young woman ran her finger over the pale, ivory silk of the |dress. Really, it was beautiful, but Cali didn't expect her Mother to dress her in anything else. The corset just accentuated what the Goddess naturally gave her and the mermaid skirt hugged her hips like a kid glove. Her maid, Helena, helped her into the gown and then sat her in a chair, pulling and twisting and pinning her hair into an elegant |updo before securing a beaded band around it. "Usted parece hermoso, mi amore." Finally, she secured a |pendant around her throat. Cali nodded and stood, taking a final look into the mirror. Running a ruby hued nail down the skin of her throat, she opened the door to find Greg standing there. He wore his normal smirk as he offered his arm to Cali. "Oh great and terrible Goddess-" He bowed, "May I be your humble escort to this, our final dance?" "You know, I'm still convinced Mam drank when she was pregnant with you." Cali took his arm though because his words contained a few grains of truth. Greg was being sent away at the end of the summer- And so was she. It broke her heart that she wouldn't be with him whenever she wanted and that she was being exiled to some school. Together, brother and sister, Lord and Lady, they came to the top of the stairs and were introduced to the throng below before ascending into the masses.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 24, 2009 12:53:01 GMT -5
Tristan had no idea why he was here, other than for the fact that his grandmother had figured it a good idea and suggested, nay, demanded of his presence at this ball. Apparently the Andalusian's were people that Tristan should make himself aware of should he want to make a god king of himself. Of course, as a man nearly the end of his teens the idea seems a little ludicrius. To Tristan being a good king ment absolutle loyalty to his people and as he leant on the cold stone wall at the back of the main hall he didn't for a moment contemplate how useful these creatures of decedance could be. Part of him wished Noel was here, but his mother would never allow it. Despite the fact that Tristan had remained with his Grandma after a rather large family bust up, it was also highly likely that his grandma would try and sell his baby sister to one of these obnoxious perverts. No, Tristan didn't fit into this world at all- but perhaps the best way to learn was to know what you hate the most in order to never become it. And you know what it is they say, keep your enemies closer than those you consider your friends. The introduction inturupted his thoughts and like those around him his eyes went to the top of the stairs. Happily his eyes trickled over the beautiful feminine form, but that was all the attention he paid. Technically...sort of...he still had a girl friend...sort of. Needless to say T and Vina were having a very ropey time of late, and didn't help that her father was a psyco maniac and he was just as much in lust with one of her sisters as he was with Ravina. Jesus, he needed to get the Caidz troupe out of his head, or he'd never make it to his twenty first birthday.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Nov 26, 2009 7:06:02 GMT -5
Cali and Greg after making the elegant enterence, pulled away from the crowd, going to the bar. Cali ordered a neat blood and Greg had blood and brandy. The two toasted each other for surviving another one of these family functions so far... Though there was much night to live. Cali played it coy when one of her past suitors came to circle her- his eyes hungrily taking in her form. "May I be the first to congratulate you on the disolving of your marriage, Lady Cali?" He purred, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Hopefully, we'll see more of you now that you're not trapped in your Lord husband's shine."
A cruel smirk lined her lips, "Why Lord Arias, you sound as if I had somewhere else to be?" She toyed with the man, "Last time I checked, your wife held claim to your sheets. Or have you thrown her to the wolves again-"
He grabbed her wrist roughly, "You have my favor but watch your tongue, girl."
Greg stepped in, "Release her or you'll be in for it." Even though the boy was one of the youngest in the room, he had one of the highest ranks- Not to mention he and Caligula were here under the Duchess Darnay's personal invitation. And, if she was called to step in there would certainly be trouble. Greg's eyes sparkled with the challenge but it was never met. The Duke turned away.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 4:53:56 GMT -5
Tristan was shoulder jostled as the Vampire Duke walked away from the pair, and the immortal's eyes wandered once more to the both of them. Across the floor of people his eyes met with her's, and for a moment the world seemed to spin, seemed to dissolve as Tristan was sucked into her charasma. He couldn't help but grin at her, an shake his head, almost disapproving of her, and her callous act towards the Duke. In his playful way he winked, and turned back to his drink, sipping it contently, and circling the room once again.
Tristan wouldn't dare to talk to either of them, because that was what his Grandmother wanted he supposed, she wanted him to mix and mingle with the greater of the vampire world, and Tristan wasn't ready to do that yet, he was sure enough of himself, and he and his group of nine were still preparing themselves for their roles, it wasn't time to announce it to the world outside of their high school. And above all that, they both looked a little bit too serious than the court jesters he called his advisors and friends. It was all too strict for T.
Running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair, he slipped outside of the hall and onto the balcony, the fresh, cool air, soothing. Maybe he'd find his grandmother and make his excuses, before a certain perfectl sculpted hourglass figure began to mess with his head.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Nov 27, 2009 13:33:47 GMT -5
A servant girl appeared on the balcony and smiled at the young man. Her dark eyes were chocolate brown and shone brightly in the moonlight. She was dressed in a silhouette very similar to her Mistress'. The second largest difference was the collar around her throat. A severe one- even among st the ranks of those inside the ballroom. The largest difference, though not noticeable at first, was her lack of a tongue. Hello, my Lord. She curtsied with the elegance and grace of a lady.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 14:09:19 GMT -5
Tristan wasn't insterest, her looks didn't give him pleasure. "hello". He spoke allowed, though clearly heard her voice in his head. His eyes fell on her collar, and the way it tumbled around her skin. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Lucy Christos on Nov 27, 2009 14:14:18 GMT -5
She nodded, My lady asked me to come and make sure all your needs were being met. She said that I should accommodate you in any way possible. Leaving in the beginning part of the ball, without a suitable distraction, is a bad sign. She pressed a coin into his hand, on one side the head of a horse and on the other, the head of a raven. She says that if you would like to stop watching her and join herself and my Lord Gregov, that she will not object to this.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 14:22:25 GMT -5
Tristan laughed softly. "Thank you." He nodded, turning the coin over in his fingers.
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