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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 16, 2010 21:34:37 GMT -5
Chandler Chance
Chandler Chance, owner of the prestigious Membership Of Master's (MODS) club is standing proudly before a giant ship in the ever grand city of Ville Du Grand Pont. The weather was cold and he was warmly dressed with a fashionable black scarf with an intricate golden outline of a Rayquaza lacing the edges. Stylish, he knew, but it was a simple get up. Red tuxedo and a black scarf and suddenly he was ready for a party; if only girls had it that easy.
"Ship sails at 5:30 PM sharp. Late arrivals must swim into the ocean and chase after the ship." He announced with a joking grin, pleased to see a small crowd forming around with interest. They all recognized him, of course. Chandler Chance had the best luck with rare and valuable items, and was a rather wealthy bachelor. He might've been classy on the outside, but there is quite a bit of gossip about him and his questionable actions.
"Make yourself comfortable in your private rooms for the time being. Dinner is served at 6:00, and after a brief period of socializing, there will be a grand contest held by some talented coordinators." He beamed while saying this through the small mic clipped to his scarf. It was practically impossible to see it unless his body shifted to just the right angle.
Post Here if You Want to Participate All Coordinators that got the PM ESPECIALLY NEED TO POST In your post, include their costume (a picture or description will do) and the mask they will be wearing. <3 Once you officially 'sign in' here, feel free to go wherever.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Dec 21, 2010 0:27:32 GMT -5
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[/i][/font][/center] Nevoa took a deep breath as she glanced at the ship from the harbor. She couldn't swim and boats, no matter the size, were out of her comfort zone. But this was for a masquerade! A party this time where maybe the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke wouldn't almost kill her like the party from Halloween. She had barely finished changing clothes and walked down stairs before her allergies of tobacco smoke had gotten to her and a coughing fit started. She had ran back upstairs and changed back to her normal clothes before high tailing it away from the club before she had even said hello to anyone. Could she really say that she even attended that party?Well this one was going to be different. Taking a deep breath again she glanced her chocolate brown eyes down at her outfit. It was based on a Wailord and despite the 19 year old's fear of fish she didn't really consider the whale like pokemon a fish. She was safe in that aspect... But the dress itself... It was gorgeous, don't get her wrong, but she didn't feel all that good in dresses. She felt more at home in jeans but the party was formal so she had to be formal too. Even if that meant high heeled shoes. Lord save her now...Now that she was here though there was no turning back. Walking up the bridge up to the boat, Nevoa took it slow, clammy hands holding on to the railing with dear life. What if she fell in? Was anyone even around to save her if she did? She didn't dare look around in fear of seeing the drop to the ocean. She only rested once her feet met the hard floor of the boat. Gulping down her nerves she lifted her mask to her face and stepped lightly, and slightly clumsily, into the main corridor of the boat where talking could already be heard from other passengers.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by NOPE on Dec 21, 2010 0:27:49 GMT -5
Adeleine was finally here, Taiki had tagged along with her. It was so quaint, her first official contest. It made her a bit nervous, her dress for the masquerade was something she wore for halloween last year. She'd enjoyed going around, but didn't actually get to use the mask. She pondered who'd realize who she was behind her mask; it made her hair a bit less conspicuous. Holding the mask in front of her face got tiring, but she dealt with it. The announcer was kind of cheeky, but he at least he had a good sense of humor. She guided Taiki into their room, they'd be sharing since they were going together. They were joking about being on a "date". "Well, this is exciting." Adeleine said, calmly but she was bursting with enthusiasm.
Libra had somehow managed to get invited to this cruise, staying alone. He'd followed behind the other girl; she'd seem to know where she was going. He found his way to his room, wearing that dress that someone made him wear. It was unisex, but so...feminine. Without his officer uniform he felt almost naked. Past the grumbling, he found himself to his room and set down his belongings. This was going to be a wild event.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 21, 2010 3:17:39 GMT -5
Eleanor strolled up the pier, black heels tapping loudly and noticeably upon the ground as she made her way towards the ramp that led up to the boat. This looked to be an interesting event, and Eleanor had been quick to sign up. She had no doubt that some of her fellow Team Death members would be there too, and it would be interesting to gather a little... reconnaissance on both friends and her temporary allies. Slipping out her mask, she placed it snugly over her face with a smile before strutting onto the ship, watching, waiting. Ready for some fun. ________________________________ He didn't look stupid, did he? He was aware of the sheer number of people gathering here to board this ship, and they all looked so elegant. So graceful. In comparison, the suited boy had to look like a total idiot with his mask hanging off his face and a squirming Sunkern in his hands. It was the water Dew didn't like. Sure, plants needed it to live, but plants could drown too, and the Sunkern was letting out little squeaks of protest, struggling with incredible strength for such a limbless, supposedly weak creature. "Dew... Dew stop it." hissed Jesse as the Sunkern let out a long, high pitched squeal and jumped in place, knocking Jesse's mask off. It scratched his nose on the way down, before landing with an almighty clatter on the ground. Jesse was painfully aware of a pair of women, with a golden and silver mask respectively, looking at him as they raised a hand simultaneously to the dark abyss that was their mask mouths to laugh shortly, before leaning in close to talk, throwing Jesse once last pointed glance at Jesse before vanishing into the ground. "Quit acting up, will you?" snapped Jesse in a whisper to his Sunkern as he put the mask back on his face. The Sunkern's eyes widened and his mouth opened, before settling back into shimmering almond shaped orbs and quivering lips. Jesse almost never talked to little Dew like that. Before the Sunkern could make a scene by crying, Jesse let out a sigh, showing he was done talking to Dew for now. The little Sunkern took deep, quavering breaths, trying not to let any more tears than the ones already trickling down his cheeks come with a single sad squeak as Jesse boarded the boat.
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Dec 21, 2010 7:39:42 GMT -5
He felt rather awkward in this new suit of his. He had just got it fitted in Verona and he loved the look of it, but it just needed some breaking it. He raised his hand to the jacket and pushed it forward so that it fitted him snugly. He ruffled his cuffs and pulled them down so they were around his wrists. Then he fixed his tie as he walked onto the Articuno's Vision.
"Woah," he said as his mouth dropped and he looked around. The place was huge! "This shall be fun."
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Post by luitcsh on Dec 21, 2010 7:54:07 GMT -5
"...what am I doing here...?" The girl asked herself after the man had finished speaking. Clad in a goldeen outfit, barefooted, the girl looked down at her glameow who had her tail wrapped around her trainer. Sighing, Hikari gently picked up Cleo and strolled back towards her private room. They were out on water, on a boat, when it was freezing cold. Great! Just great! Being a cyndaquil pokemorph, she didnt like water...at all. Deciding not to head to her private quarters though the man had suggested it -- she instead moved to the railing of the ship, holding Cleo in her arms whilst looking out at the rolling waves. Thoughts of her home began to fill her mind...why had she come here anyway? She had wanted to be a Pokémon trainer, sure...but to startin a foreign region? Closing her eyes, she pulle Cleo closer to her, nestling her face into the cat's warm fur .
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Post by miki135 on Dec 21, 2010 9:02:06 GMT -5
Darla wasn't one for parties. But here she was. The dress she had chosen wasn't the best, but the mask hid her face, so no one knew who she was. She had her normally bushy brown hair somehow straight on her shoulders. Her white purse did not contain her normal two pokeballs, Obsidian and Neoma were left in storage. Darla had hoped that she would find someone to talk to or something of the sort, but so far she saw no one that she believed to could speak to. But again, no one would ever realize who she was. Sighing, Darla looked around a minute before closing her eyes in a peaceful state. Relax now, party later. It was then that she almost fell asleep, crashing into the rail of the boat. So much for relaxing.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 10:22:54 GMT -5
The boat was less than impressive. If Syl squinted at it, it looked grand, but he bet he could buy a better one and throw a much better party. With a 'humph' sound, he strolled onto the pier, hesitating for just a moment. Did he really want to attend such a thing in the first place? His brain screamed at him, no, you're wasting your time with these kids.
Curiosity ultimately got the better of him, as it so often did. With a snotty glare at a random man standing unfortunately close to him, he made his way onto the boat.
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Post by Dracken on Dec 21, 2010 10:55:53 GMT -5
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Amber never thought she'd be here, in a dress, in a mask and even in a ballroom. It wasn't really her style, she was so used to jeans and tee-shirts, it was a big shock to her. Her dress was simple, black with a frilly top and a bit poofy at the bottom. She tried to not look like a fool, but that wasn't working much. Her mask had one big feather on the side, it covered her eyes a lot so she wasn't known as Amber, she was a stranger like everyone else. She also had a top hat one which kinda fit her.
She walked up on the boat in her high heels (which surprisingly she was walking OK in them) and signed in. No turning back now, not now and not ever. It was her time to try and make new friends maybe, although she probably wouldn't know them from outside the boat but it was worth a try. She stepped inside and walked on, ready she hoped for whatever came her way.
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Why was he here? Zane muttered in his mind. He had no idea why he was here, in fact the only reason he came...wait...he had no reason to come here. Maybe just for a trill or two. He sighed to himself and walked inside.
He didn't like crowds much, he didn't like meeting new people much, heck, he didn't like this pleace much. His coldness made him frowned and head away from everyone.
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 21, 2010 11:04:09 GMT -5
Subeinu felt wierd as his outfit was quite girlish in compared to other males that probably would attend this event. Just like the one hosting this party he had such a easy yet refined outfit wile he had a white dress with so much ornaments and details it was rather hard to even explain the dress on paper. The easiest part had to be his hair that he braided and created to circles on each side of his head with a strand of his white hair leaving the braid at the end. He did have a mask too that was strapped to his eyes. It was plain white with golden edges so it would fit the entire outfit better. He was not good at hiding who he was, but with his luck he'll probably be looked upon as a she. However this was the perfect timing for him too loosen up a bit. He had not conversed with humans ever since the Power Plant. On that note maybe he'd meet Soren or the two other trainers that assisted them. Walking on too the boat with gracious steps in his long boots he was ready to have a good time.
Angelsen was rather surprised that he would actually be going to this party at all. No one knew him so it would be a perfect time to get to know some people, maybe even get some intel on Team Death if so. Smacking his head he sighed as another thought of Team Death struck his mind again. He had to learn to relax, it was not like it was only his job. With a great looking outfit he walked into the boat with his blade on his back. His blue suit was rather fitting for this event even thou his long shoulder pad was rather extravagant. Placing his blade in his private room and locking it securely he placed the blue mask with yellow edges on his face before walking on. He was ready to finally relax and mingle, and perhaps he might find someone interesting among these people.
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Post by Xerian on Dec 21, 2010 11:59:56 GMT -5
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Making sure his pristine white suit was still just that, Lysander ran a hand through his dyed back hair, feeling just a little strange due to the lack of his eyepatch. It was a masquerade ball; an eyepatch was something that would easily reveal his identity, especially to his sister. To mask the fact his eyes were different colours, he wore a pair of emerald green contacts. All in all, he really shouldn't look anything like himself now that his defining features (the hair, eyes and patch) were missing. He'd even made sure that his choice of mask covered the scar over his blind eye.
Striding onto the ship, Lysander felt excited. Ohhhh, so much fun to be had!
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She sighed, sending a cool puff of breath into the air. Winter... such a depressing season.
Her mask was rather ornate, a deep silvery black that covered just the upper portion of her face, accentuating her crimson eyes. A flower decorated the left side, moving up into three perfectly preened black and purple feathers that accented the whole thing completely. Her new gown had been picked to match the mask, black and silver with a ribbon that laced up both arms rather than a pair of lacy gloves like she might have worn with the other.
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Since the reunion with her brother, Xerian's outlook on certain things had changed. She had grown up. Blossomed both physically and mentally into a young woman. Xerian was going to use this ball to get more comfortable with those changes, where she would be hidden under a guise that none would see through. Her rich hair was dyed much darker than it was normally; an auburn colour as opposed to her rich red. Her gown was a rose red, decorated with black to match her pretty little mask that hid only her eyes.
Xerian smiled at those passing by. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity for Xerian to let go of her innocence. This would be where she became a young woman.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 12:19:39 GMT -5
REESE _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [/font][/size][/b] Reese grimaced. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie, and a feathered mask. Was it him? No. Was it right? Probably not. Would it get him into the party? He hoped to god so.
He gulped, pushing passed a few other people in an attempt to board to boat faster. It didn't work, one guy shoved him down. He landed on the pier with a thud. He regained his footing, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He exhaled the smooth smoke, feeling calmer already, and shoved his way to the front.
"I want on," he forced his voice steady, feeling incredibly weak, but trying to hide it. His mask completely obscured his face, white feathers covering his eyes and cheeks. His black suit was freshly pressed, he took pride in it, but at the same time felt like a fool.
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Post by Draffle on Dec 21, 2010 14:52:22 GMT -5
Aaron looked down on himself trough the mask. He did have this thing from his earlier days, but back then it was way to big. Now, it did fit perfectly. He had made his mom send it to him while he made his mask. The mask itself were simple. It covered his face from the nose and up, leaving his lower part open. The decorations were different lines of blue going over the mask in a complex pattern. The mask itself were attached to his head with a strong, yet flexible, string. The holes for his eyes were as big as they had to be for him to get a good view while they covered most of them. His hair were dyed blue. He liked it too. Maybe he would keep it that way. His tux fit perfectly, and his red flute and three of his pokemon were in storage. His mantyke, known as Maral, were floating next to him. What if he had taken Rade with him instead? That would have caused alot of commotion. He walked up the bridge fast, looking briefly at other people wearing masks and tuxedos and dresses before getting aboard. He could feel it. This would be fun. The tuxedo
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Post by Sprite on Dec 21, 2010 15:02:27 GMT -5
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Roran looked around excitedly. A MASQUERADE. How many times had he vied for a masquerade to be held? Countless times. And now, right now, it was happening. Oh! He squealed in delight as he took in the outfits of others. So extravegant. And look at the ladies! Simply gorgeous. He loved dresses and how each one gave a little insight on the girl who wore it. Why, out of all dresses, did they pick the one they wore? It was beautiful to see, truly.
Roran, himself, was dressed very simply. He wore a white dress shirt with only the top button unbuttoned (The top button choked him, but he didn't want to look lazy with more than one unbuttoned!). He wore a sleek, black tuxedo over this. He looked very cleaned up and gentlemanly, but unforuntately, it was a most bothersome thing to wear. It tugged at his shoulders and was very heavy for his petit frame. As soon as everything began, he would very quickly discard the coat portion. As for a mask, it was the simplest of all masks. It was a black mask that only covered his eyes. One might ask, why such a simple outfit if he loved the extravagence of it all? Well that was simple too. He believed that parties were a lady's time to stand out and look beautiful. The rightful thing a boy should do was to be clean and simple so that the girls may stand out even more.
Roran boarded the ship with only one Pokémon. He had originally planned to go by himself, but Token, his Jirachi, made such a valiant effort to make him look nice. The Jirachi fixed his crooked mask, dusted off his shoulders, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before resting in his arms. Token planned to spend the majority of the evening out of sight, but still very much liked to watch these things.
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Post by Shaku on Dec 21, 2010 15:50:10 GMT -5
She fiddled with her mask a bit before actually boarding the boat. She hated things to cover her face, which was why she always had her bangs pinned to the side, but she couldn't go against dress guidelines. It was a masquerade ball, after all. At least she was fond of the dress portion of it. Upon entering and signing in, she looked around noticing she didn't know a single person which made her even more nervous. She couldn't believe she was actually going to this party where she would have to talk to people. It was the last thing she wanted to do, not because she was antisocial, but because she just couldn't. How would she even know what to say or when was the appropriate time to say certain things? Claribel prayed that she wouldn't say something embarrassing in front of someone or make a complete fool of herself. Well, it's a good thing no one would even be able to tell who she was after this. Although, maybe this experience would help her to be more comfortable talking to people and maybe she'll even walk away with a few newfound friends.
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Post by Yvon on Dec 21, 2010 15:58:47 GMT -5
With a head held like royalty, the self proclaimed winner of the event entered. Silva Groves, unrecognizable. A flowing red gown had replaced the usual bright colored outfit, a thick bush of black curls the usual long blond hair. Blue eyes examined the eyes from behind a red feline mask.
Silva smiled sweetly and gracefully bowed at Chandler Chance, who must surely be wondering about his gender. "I'd like to thank you for this wonderful trip." He said in a feminine voice, which must have only complicated the guessing. Silva was no fool, he had heard of Chandler's reputation, and this trip would prove the perfect opportunity to socialize and play him a bit.
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Post by Warr on Dec 21, 2010 18:02:46 GMT -5
<Jee wizz this is a heavy potion... and such weird packaging...> the pidgey huffed and puffed, not saying a real word in protest as the Spearow and Yanma hovered in front of it, guiding it to the destination. Of course neither of them helped him, but he couldn't complain. Pidgey Express union wages were pretty good, so even as it huffed and puffed, holding the man sized Potion by it's straps, it flapped onwards, flying towards the docks not far from Ville Du Grand Pont.
<Seriously, either they ordered a lot of potions or I'm a lot more tired from the winter shifts than I thought.> Flapflapflapflapflap, wooshwooshwooshwoosh, grumblegrumblegrumblegrumble. The Pidgey flew onwards, occasionally helped by the Spearow and the Yanma, but mostly just flying on it's own carrying the wobbling package.
After a baker's dozen more minutes, they finally got to their destination, and the Pidgey landed on the route not far from the Articuno's Vision. It flapped it's wings to stretch, boy did that potion look strange- and it flew off, only to notice the Spearow stick it's tongue out. <Thanks for all the work flying our master here, sucker!> the little bird Pokémon cawed as the Yanma gave a few taps on the potion.
Taps which then seemed to cause a transformation, as the sides opened, to reveal purple tuxedo pants that matched the Potion perfectly, and purple tuxedo sleeves that also complimented the potion perfectly, finished off with ivory like gloves, and the robopotion was done transforming! Warren put a hand upon the front of the potion like box he and his Pokémon had made, and pushed the hood in front of it off, quickly fastening his secondary half-mask. There was a chance that they'd not let him in with his clever Potion costume, even though technically the Potion was in a Tuxedo [Sharpie marked on by Yuri and Scuttlebutt.], he was still wearing a box and a fake tuxedo, mostly. With a quick reach into the box, Boreas and Lugh's Pokeballs were grabbed, and the Spearow and Yanma were returned to their Pokeballs. Behind the potion applicator like hood-mask, and the mask under it, the dark brown haired young man grinned, his icy steel blue eyes almost sparkling with anticipation and appreciation of Scuttlebutt's idea for free transportation actually... working.
Without even a moment to pause, he began to waddle [for that was the best he could do in the potion box costume] towards the gang plank, looking expectedly. Hopefully they would allow him to enter with his extremely inventive costume, and if they didn't- he'd just have to spoil the costume change he had planned.
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Post by sunny on Dec 21, 2010 19:02:29 GMT -5
Quil was so original. So very very original. He dressed as a Hippopotas. He was a Hippopotas morph.
He donned a light brown suit, which flattered his complexion, not that he cared about that, but it was the first suit that he tried on that fit. With a simple darker brown button up shirt on underneath. A yawned escaped from his lips as he listened to the person drone on and on about the silly schedule. Schedules seemed pointless to Quil, things happened when they happened. People would eat when they were hungry, no need to make every sit down and engage in uncomfortable conversations with strangers.
Team Death had wanted him to come and monitor the ball, so he did. He also had a mask covering his eyes and nose. It was mostly camoflauge like the skin of the Hippopotas. He glanced around, hoping to get a glimpse of Roran. He had yet been able to see his boyfriend since he returned home. He was frightened of how their first meeting in a year would go.
Roran could be scary when he was upset. Oh dear.
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Post by FOTLY on Dec 21, 2010 19:28:11 GMT -5
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'Oh great.' She thought, 'Yet another masked event I was dragged into' And she was. Her 'friend', Kai, had actually begged and begged to go, even gave something that the brunette couldn't put down; a pledge of silence for some time. How wonderful.
The thing about Kai was, well, no one could see or hear her. Really, the female Absol was a figment of her imagination run astray and there was virtually no way for it to go back. 'Unless I swing...' she practically muttered. She had a split personality disorder, and tended to swing between the two, almost like mood swings.
She walked aboard the ship, just barely catching what the man had to say. At least there was something of use here, a contest. It had been a long time sine she had been to one, and she could feel the thrill and giddiness as she had seen Kai walk away. The giddiness was replaced by the scowl she normally wore.
With a sigh, she threw her mask on, no matter how much she hated it, and spread out her dress. 'I hope I don't look any older than 15 in this... she let her mind wander for a moment before going to catch up with Kai.
'Isn't it wondrous?' the little thing almost gasped as it caught her friend's eye. At least, that's what the Absol thought about Azz, unsure about what Azz thought back.
And with that, she was gone.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 21, 2010 19:31:29 GMT -5
Chandler Chance
Things seemed to be going well with the company of many beautiful women that swarmed his ship, and the charming young men that seemed eager and willing to keep the party active. Chandler Chance couldn't help but uncomfortably adjust his dark purple mask as some of the more frightening characters walked by, but then one person simply astounded him.
"Um...excuse me, sir." He stopped, staring at the male in the 'Potion Costume'. Or whatever it was. He had no idea and it was so...so strange. He couldn't find any other words to describe it.
"You are...an English major, yes?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Oh, those quirky English majors. Being so weird and uptight.
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