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Post by Akari on Sept 22, 2012 12:20:39 GMT -5
 The Masquerade BallHeld by the Ouran High School Hostess ClubDecorations besides from the already beautiful Ballroom sparkled in the dim lights. The pinks, golds, and whites were brought out by the large chandeliers, and the tables decorated with candles in the center. Students were lingering about, many still entering and finding seats; many in the disguise of masks looked around wondering who was who. There was only a few moments before the Hostesses would make their entrance and the Masquerade Ball would begin. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- All rules are expected to be followed, all information is on this thread. |
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Post by Rima Shimizu on Sept 22, 2012 15:11:22 GMT -5
Rima walked into the room with a look of amazement shining in her brown orbs. The ball room was decorated so beautifully with flowers all around. There were so many people dressed in gowns of all kinds of colors. The men in the room seemed to be dressed so handsomely in their tuxedoes. The look of everyone brought a smile to her face as she looked around. It was almost like a picture pulled from a story book. It was a masterpiece just to look at honestly. How was it that they could pull something like this off in just a short amount of time? The Hostess club had impeccable taste for the décor of the ball. Rima looked at her dress and felt a bit out of place honestly. She felt like she was sticking out in such a large crowd that was covered in such elegant clothing. Rima had on a pair of black ballet flats to make moving easier for her. Her small frame was covered by a baby pink ball gown that was wrapped with black lace and mesh strips that wrapped around it all throughout. There were silk and organza bows scattered around her dress along with some pink and black handmade silk roses with jewels in the middle of them. The top was a strapless corset style that had a silk rose in the center that was the same color of the dress with black accents in the petals. She had a pair of silk opera gloves that came just above her elbows in the color black. The teen had her hair styled in soft red-brown ringlets that stopped at her shoulders. She had a baby pink rose in her hair and a masquerade mask in her hand. The mask itself was a soft pink color over laid with black lace that matched what was on her dress with a black ribbon that tied it to her head. The mask just covered the area around her eyes, but was enough to leave her identity to the imagination. Her face was decorated with a black and gray Smokey eye shadow and just a little bit of a soft pink gloss on her lips. In truth when she first left her house Rima felt like a princess and was full of confidence in her appearance. Although seeing all the girls that were so much more beautiful than she made that sense of self-respect fade from the shy girl. Still all she wanted to do was set out and have a good time at the ball tonight. The Shimizu girl wore a soft smile on her lips as she attempted to drift away from the large crowd of people. She was one who enjoyed watching more than anything. It was always fun to see everyone smiling and laughing together. Rima never really had the confidence to ask someone to dance with her at these events. Her nerves always seemed to win over her determination and desires. So she would often sit off to the side like an ugly duckling with no place to go until the festivities ended. She had been doing this since she was in the first grade and it would not be something with a high probability of changing her last year of school. Click for Rima’s dress |
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Post by jiali on Sept 23, 2012 20:58:06 GMT -5
A small bun had appeared on the boy’s head, with small gold birds earrings in both of his ears. Make up was used sparingly, as the mask would cover a good portion of it. A mask was slid over his face gently by a maid and tied gently. He was thankful that he had stashed a suit in his school locker before the day had ended. It would be a slight bit wrinkled, but he wouldn’t have to spend the entire evening in a ball gown. Gently, he tapped the bun and sighed at the mirror. He wasn’t found of how the dress was made, it was a dozen times frillier for his taste. Well, that’s what happened when you pick a random dress that you’ll only need to wear once. You get a peach, frilly Lolita dress. Slowly, Ji checked himself out in the mirror. He tried to conserve jewelry as best as he could, after all earrings were easy enough to hide in his locker. The dress, well, it would need to be wrinkled. It covered his feet too, so he would manage to wear his dress shoes to the ball. Ji smiled a little, this wouldn’t be so bad. He turned to a maid and weakly smiled at them as he walked downstairs and out to the limo. Briefly, he heard Lang tell the driver that he would call a limo later to pick up himself. That was nice, just letting him go to the ball ahead of him, maybe so he wouldn’t be embarrassed or something dull and overused. He seemed to get there a little bit early, which he sighed in relief from. He might as well go in though, as people may be mingling at least. Slowly, he slipped in. He tightened his mask so it would be secured upon his face, while the extensions that made up the bun would hide his true hair length. Rather than being mopey, he wanted to think of having to enter similar to what a spy would do rather than having to dress like an opposite gender at the ball. They were in masks anyway, so being a spy wouldn’t hurt so much, would it? Ji smiled as he walked inside though. More people had shown up than he anticipated and he was delighted to see that. He fidgeted with his dress gently as he walked around, still feeling deathly uncomfortable in the damn thing. As he was fighting, it he accidently bumped into a girl. The look of astonishment in her face made him laugh a little. She was just as lost as he was which caused a wave of relief to wash over him. The ball had lacked to start, as the members of the hostess club were nowhere in sight. It might as well be nice to talk though. “Hello,” he said softly, trying not to cause a scene. “Um… when the ball kicks off…” he tried to stay something without trying to fumble. He glanced down at his attire and squeaked a little bit. No, asking a girl to dance looked like a girl didn’t help him in any way. If anything, the knowledge of his forgetfulness had shot his confidence. “Um… nevermind.” He said softly, shaking his head back and forth before skittering to the opposite side of the room, waiting for a moment to go and change. ( Ji's outfits ; Last part in slight response to Rima) |
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Sept 23, 2012 22:12:19 GMT -5
He scanned both sides of the hallway as he retraced his steps through the building of the school. Already, Mitsukuni had called back his driver to look inside the car. His driver had told him that he remembered him walking in with it and that it must have been inside the school somewhere. How could a mask just fall off his face so easily? Maybe it was from one of the many times that he was hanging on his cousin. His cousin that had went a to retrace steps when the mask had been discovered as missing. And with both of them looking, there was still no sign. Honey's eyes began to tear up as he took a seat on the floor of the hallway, much like a lost child would. The suit that he was wearing was dirtied quickly from the dust on the floor, but Honey's clothing never stayed as pristine as they could have for very long.
“Nyeh~ Takashi,” Honey pouted rubbing the tears in his eyes. The small boy was unable to find neither his mask nor his cousin to help him with it. “I lost my mask. Everyone will know who I am now.” The entire point of the masquerade was to go around without anybody recognizing who you were and meeting new people. That would be near impossible for him to do now that everyone knew who he was. But Honey had rsvp'd to the ball and there had to have been plenty of cake on the inside just waiting for him. Mask or not, Honey would make sure that he got in there. |
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Post by Staci Myers on Sept 23, 2012 22:36:39 GMT -5
Dress || MaskIt was hard to believe that there was something so amazing as this going on within the walls of her school. The only time that Staci had attended something similar to this was online. The avatars that people were able to pull off were no where as beautiful as the outfits that she saw other student's wearing. Everyone looked so unfamiliar in their masks. The feeling wasn't too strange to her. Staci didn't know a lot of the people that she spoke to on a daily basis. Her mask was her avatar. Her mother had dolled her up to the point of being unrecognizable even without the mask. Staci was not wearing her glasses, as much as she wished that she was. Contacts burned her eyes. Beauty knows no pain.
The dress that her mother had picked out for her wasn't as miraculous as the one that other students have been wearing. Quite a few of them opted for more showy dresses and masks. Staci's were simple, anything more would make her feel uncomfortable in the crowd. Perhaps her mother had known that when choosing the clothes that she was going to wear. Staci did have to give her mother some credit. Even the dress had a fantasy air that Staci had loved so much.
Everything had yet to have its official start. Staci didn't want to act like a fool by dancing when she wasn't supposed to, nor did she want to look like a glutton by standing by the refreshment table the entire night. Nobody would probably even bother asking her to dance... What did people even talk about? She didn't want to scare people away with her talk of fantasy and video games. Her mother even told her that she wouldn't be picked up until after midnight. She just seemed a bit stuck.
With a sigh of defeat, Staci headed over to the refreshment table and picked up a small plate in her hands. She had all night to dance. Who knows, she might not even get a break once things got going. Better get food when she could.
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Post by Calista Rosa on Sept 24, 2012 18:20:19 GMT -5
Dark eyes cast their cool gaze across the room, the hem of her purple and black gown swept slightly against the ballroom floor as none other than Calista Rosa made her entrance. Now, Calista wasn't a huge fan of the hostess or the host club's events but, this one was different...A masquerade ball that seemed like something straight out of a romance novel. Two things Calista loved, other than her brother, were the arts of music and dance. A ball combined both of these things.
Now Calista was a sight to be seen, a dark beauty of the night. The gown she wore, had no doubt been custom made strictly for her tastes. Her white, gold, and onyx mask situated itself upon her face, her maroon eyes standing out. Her ravenous hair that was normally left straight, was slightly curled and fell warmly down the nape of her neck. Of course, there were quite a few other beauties at the ball as well. But what should she expect from Ouran? Surely, her sister would be here too. A frown creased her face at the idea. Hopefully, the two would not bump into each other and the night could remain peaceful and well, in one piece.
She had come unaccompanied tonight despite the few invitations she had received. Why should she? It was much more fun to simply come, and see who she would company herself with. The mask hid their true identities after all, no one knew who you may have been and maybe not even know who you were afterwards. It gave an air of mystery to the event that intrigued her. Of course...the real festivities had yet to begin.
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Post by Kerri Savage on Sept 24, 2012 19:26:16 GMT -5
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While the dress was nothing magnificent like some of the other outfits that caught Kerri’s eye as she glanced past people after opening the doors to the ball to allow them to enter, she gave a small smile. The ‘who’ behind her mask was completely obvious – after all, she opened the doors and wore the usual quite slimming dresses that she did when in the hostess club as opposed to the dresses that had a poof to them like several people wore.
Adjusting the feathers of her mask, Kerri fixed the piece on her face to make sure that her eyes were able to see well through the holes. She was curious to see how this whole event would turn out. After all, she knew that Tamaki didn’t even know of the hostess club yet – the clueless fool he was, and if he was clueless enough to figure out about this dance and realize what they had put together, she assumed the rage that he would go into, causing her to smile. After the crowd of people made their way into the room, her body swiveled to greet a few more people, and then make her way up to the front to go introduce the event while Kuro was off greeting guests, feeling that someone needed to do it.
Not surprisingly, her notebook was placed on a small side table on the little stage of the ballroom. Lifting her dress to make sure she didn’t stumble, Kerri stepped up the stairs with little clicks of her heels, stepping over to the microphone and giving a glance to the side table as she tapped her index finger against the microphone to get the attention of everyone. “As courtesy of the Ouran Hostess Club, thank you for joining us tonight. For those who don’t know, I am Kerri Savage, the second in command of the hostess club. As the hostess club is full of beautiful females with way too much time on their hands, it’s only natural for us to do something for everyone and not just the handsome boys that come to visit us on some days.”
Pausing for a moment, she then continued, “So here is to everyone. Dance to your heart’s content. Feel free to dine on the refreshments that we have out for you. And at the end of all of this, one lucky gentleman will be chosen as the prince of the masquerade, and will choose to receive a lovely kiss from the hostess of his choice. So go on, and please, enjoy your night here.” She gave a forced smile before stepping back from the microphone and giving a curtsey, only pulling the dress in one hand as she knelt slightly, cuing the music to begin so that people may begin to dance.
As the dark-haired female made her way down the stairs of the stage, she pushed a bit of loose hair out of the way that had fallen over her mask, obscuring her vision for a slight moment. Scanning around, she could really only hope that things went well tonight. Then again, why wouldn’t they go well? The hostess club did plan it after all.
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Post by Hana Kizuka on Sept 25, 2012 19:18:16 GMT -5
Hana walked in only a few moments late, after Kerri was just stepping away from the microphone. She was still jittery and excited from what had happened at home before the ball.
As Hana had been ripping through her clothes and dresses, trying desperately to find something to wear, the doorbell rang. Dropping two dress, a pair of stockings, and three heels that didn't match, she rushed to answer the door. A short, gray-haired woman stepped across the threshold, giving Hana's hand a squeeze as she did so. Although Hana loved her grandmother, the old woman had never been much of a hugger. And, as usual, her only living relation outside of her parents went upstairs too see if Hana was keeping her room clean, and, as such, was exposed to the tornado that had wracked Hana's room and ruined any sort of feeble organization that it still held. Quickly, through a bubble of tears, Hana tried to explain her predicament, and that the ball was in mere hours, and that she had nothing to wear and- The old woman silenced her with one finger and left the room. Hana was sitting on her bed, sniffling, when she returned with an enchanting, sleeveless, sparkling, midnight-purple, ball gown. It was simple and beautiful and captivating, very formal without being showy.
"Your mother's. You should've searched there." Hana just nodded and put the thing on, not caring if her grandmother saw her without her clothes.
Now Hana was stepping into the ballroom, proud, with her head held high. She knew her hair made her easily recognizable, but tonight, it sparkled with purple ribbons, complimenting her dress. Her mask was the same, a bejeweled, purple piece, that served merely to compliment her hair and gown. Hana was unaware that her bun was crooked, and her mask askew. She didn't care. Tonight, nothing would go wrong.
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Post by Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka on Sept 25, 2012 20:43:51 GMT -5
To Mitsukuni
Usually so vigilant, Takashi wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed when Mitsukuni's mask had gone missing. Perhaps the whole event had him a bit out of sorts, or something. He patted the small boy's head. It wasn't like his mask would have done him any good; how many other boys his size were there enrolled in Ouran Academy that could eat an entire six-layer cake in under ten minutes? Everyone would recognize him, anyway. Not that Takashi needed to point that out; Mitsukuni just wanted to stay in the spirit of the masquerade, was all.
"Here," Takashi pulled his own mask from the inside pocket of his dark-colored blazer - he'd brought one, but he knew wearing it wouldn't do him any good, either; he was too distinct of a person to not recognize. "You can have mine, Mitsukuni," he knelt and put the mask on his cousin's face with care.
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Post by Mitsukuni Haninozuka on Sept 26, 2012 21:25:27 GMT -5
The eyes of the shorter boy lite up when he heard the voice of his cousin. In his hands was not the mask that the short boy had lost but rather the mask of his cousin who had offered it to him in his time of desperate need. All traces of tears left the boys eyes and became clouded over with happiness. “Thank you Takashi! Now I will be mysterious at the masquerade.” For the most part, at least. There had to have been a few students who didn't know about him. Not everyone was a fan of the host club, after all, and Mitsukuni still had the ability to shock people when they found out who he was exactly. Mitsukuni begun to run forward to the ball room, but had to stop in his tracks when realization had hit. “But Takashi... wouldn't that mean people will know who you are?” That couldn't have been too fun for him.
Poor Takashi... “We'll just have to ask somebody to get you a new mask!” In thought, he touched his fingers as he counted the minutes. “Yeah! There will still be plenty of time for them to bring you something. Let me call for you, mmkay Takashi?” But as hosts there were also other duties to do. It wasn't their ball, but there were plenty of young ladies that needed a partner. Mitsukuni went back to his cousin and took his hand into his to pull him along with him to the ballroom. “You need to promise me you'll have fun too~” |
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Post by Min Miyoshi on Sept 26, 2012 21:26:31 GMT -5
The decision for her to come was made at the last minute. After the replacement sandwiches and phone the few days prior, Min hadn't had the funds she had wanted to spend on a super fancy dress. There hadn't been time for her to make one, let alone purchase the fabrics that she had wanted to. Instead, Min had opted to borrow something from her mom's past works. It was an old dress from a movie that never had a large following. But the dress itself had been a treasure to her mother. Her mom was going to kill her if she ever found out what she did. But Min simply had to attend the masquerade that the hostesses had so kindly invited her too. Who would have known what people would have thought about her had she not attended.
She watched from afar as Kerri introduced the ball. Why did she do it? That was supposed to be Kuro's job. Min gave a quick grumble and unfolded her arms. Hostility soon left her body and she walked across the floor in the search of a partner to dance with. Boys and Girls alike, Min was open to dance with either. A jack of all trades, she could play both parts. But more than anything, she wanted to have at least one dance with her good friend.
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Post by Shotaro Yasuda on Sept 30, 2012 15:20:13 GMT -5
Outfittagged; Kerri Cloaked in red and a skull faced mask. As intimidating as it should have been, there hadn't been a large number of people that noticed as the figure entered. It was easier to cause problems if nobody noticed. Shotaro didn't care if they did or not. But it would have been nice to at least freak somebody out. His hair was slicked back upon his head. These had never been the type of events for Shotaro. He may have responded to the invitation, but he never once planned on actually going.
And then his mother found the invitation upon his dresser. And then his mother bought him a costume that she knew he would like. And then his mother forced him to attend. It would keep him out of trouble for the night as much as it would make his father happy to see him doing something with the people from his school. And then...
The dance may have just started, but it was moving very slowly. Very few people actually made a move to dance. Most girls were being gluttons by the snack table while they waited on some gentleman to whisk them away into a dance. Sometimes girls could be so stupid. He looked to the splashes of colors that ran across the floor. He was just one more of them. A red spot in the crowd. But if nobody else was going to, he might as well make some kind of move. It would anger her fans. It would anger all of those envious boys who wish they had the courage that he had.
She was standing at the bottom of the stairs; she was one of the hostess women. Based on the speech that she had just made, this girl was most likely a ring leader of the group. Shotaro offered a boy and offered his hand to her. “Would you like to dance, dear maiden?” For just this night he would win over the hearts of all the ladies that he danced with. This prince would then crush their hearts as he never returned to them again.
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Post by Erica Maus on Sept 30, 2012 19:47:13 GMT -5
Mask | Dress - Back | Dress - Front, with MaskA masquerade! How exciting. Erica enjoyed parties. She loved seeing all of the lively people sweeping across the dance floor and having a wonderful time. This was an event she had been looking forward to ever since Kuro had mentioned the idea during a Hostess Club meeting. The petite girl stood near the dance floor, watching the others in their merriment. Nothing pleased her more than to see everyone else having a good time. Her blonde hair was swept up in the back and fell in curled ringlets down her shoulders and back, and she was dressed in lovely layers of pink with roses and lace appropriately adorning the garment. A white mask garnished with a pink rose and other pretty additions secured her identity, for the most part, and white gloves covered her slender hands, stopping halfway up her forearms. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night. Erica could just feel it.
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Post by Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka on Sept 30, 2012 20:02:48 GMT -5
To Mitsukuni
The taller boy smiled at his cousin's happiness. It was a reward within itself. He lifted his expressionless eyes to sweep them across the crowded, lively room. The Hostess Club, huh...did that pose as any kind of threat to the Host Club? They definitely drew a pretty reasonable number of guests to their event. That was something more for Kyouya to worry about, though. Takashi was just along for the ride.
He glanced down again as his cousin spoke and then pulled on his hand. He followed along and responded in his usual way: "Yeah." Sure, he would have fun, if it was his cousin's will.
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Post by Kerri Savage on Oct 2, 2012 16:37:09 GMT -5
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As she made her way down the stairs, Kerri was a tad bit disappointed when she didn’t see many people dancing yet. Shaking her head, she blinked a few times when the male approached her. It was strange for her, but she was unable to pinpoint who this boy was right off the bat like she was able to with most people. Strange, but no matter, Kerri was a bit dumbfounded when she was asked to dance. Then again, it was only natural that the hostesses danced with some of the people too instead of just regulating things – that would just be strange. Kerri didn’t expect to be offered a dance though because she had few clients at the club because of all of the work that she did.
She knew that she couldn’t turn down the request of a potential customer (or someone who was already a customer who she didn’t recognize), so she gave a small nod and that little smirk that she usually had on her face. “I would be happy to,” she spoke, tucking a lock of hair from her face before placing her hand into his and glancing up at him, wondering if she could get at least a little glimpse of his face to try to recognize him, curious.
Giving up though, she mentally shook her head and stepped with him onto the dance floor. As a hostess, it was only natural that she had taken dance classes as another way to entertain guests. She lifted her hand with his and placed her other hand on his shoulder. Being that he is the male, she waited for him to lead them into the action before following in his steps. While this was nothing more than a simple dance, she did hope that it encouraged others to dance instead of her standing off to the side and asking them the question, “Why not go dance?”
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