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[NELL DOE DALE]

MOURN FOR ME ,

Nell spent a lot of time doing volunteer work, and helping prepare for the masquerade ball was a part of that volunteering. She helped decorate the space, though there hadn't been much to do seeing as the hotel was already very nice. Any way she could help her community, and she would be there with a smile and perhaps too much eagerness. Especially when it came to celebrations. The upcoming event made her buzz around with glee, aiding in preparations and also making her own costume. Never having been to a masquerade, she didn't know what to expect. All she knew about it was what she had learned from Phantom of the Opera and other movies. As a matter of fact, the song seemed to have been stuck in her head for days on end, causing her to sing it under her breath.

When the day finally arrived, she couldn't have been happier. Well, she could have been if her husband could come. Unfortunately he was busy, and though she had accepted the fact that he was always busy a long time ago, she still missed him. However, she still wanted to enjoy the night and her first experience. Nell helped in lighting the candelabras that were placed strategically around, creating a dark ambiance. The ball room of the hotel seemed perfect for such an occasion, even having a stage for the band to perform on. She believed Maple Hollow did a wonderful job putting this all together, from the food to the ball room to the entertainment.

Okay, so she was really really excited about the buffet, fully catered and delicious looking. This she only found out the day of, as she helped move around tables before getting changed. She made the mask herself, gold and red and regal-looking. Her dress, also red, had been purchased however, seeing as she didn't have the time to make one herself. Dark hair cascading around her shoulders in loose curls, she tied a few strands back as she looked in the bathroom mirror as she let a rose grow and twine with the strands of her hair.

When she returned, guests were beginning to trickle in and so she hurried about making sure last minute things she had planned to do were complete. Unfortunately, rushing in heels and a dress weren't very wise things to do, and she almost face-vaulted into someone, before righting herself and quickly saying,"Oh jeez, I am so so sorry, are you okay?" She straightened her mask, the concerned expression on her face near-invisible. What a way to start the evening.

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[MICHAEL CONNER BARTON]

--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,.

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Michael Barton stepped into the decorated space and paused a moment to study the results of hotel’s hard work. The low lighting coming from the ceiling and nestled in all the corners gave the room a warm and foreboding air. They had even secured a room for some live entertainment later in the evening. Mike had taken a day off from work to come out and celebrate; sure it would recharge his battery. At least that was what his younger brother had said in order to get him out of the house. Michael didn’t have to worry about the innocent sweet boy causing trouble, but he was nervous leaving him all by himself at the apartment.

The young student glanced down at his costume, frowning. Everyone else's costume seemed so elaborate and he wondered briefly when they had found the time to make them. Truthfully, his outfit was simple. A classic black tux could make any man look sophisticated. He tugged at his mask disapprovingly. Brandon had picked out the stupid thing and the older brother didn’t have the heart to veto his choice. Michael wouldn’t have picked something so strange. Now that he was thinking about it, he wondered where Bran had even picked up the damn thing.

His blue eyes scanned the crowd around him for a particular costume that jumped out. It was pointless to look for people he knew here. Tonight everyone was hidden behind a foolish mask, adorned with lavish and extravagant sequins, brilliants, exquisite fabrics of so many numerous looks, feels…no one would be themselves tonight. He could even not be himself tonight – not that he had ever been, anyway, not in front of them. But tonight was a change in pace, just for a little bit. A small crashing force pulled him from his thoughts. All he saw were two brown eyes widen in terror as she muttered out an apology.

Michael offered a hand on her arm to steady her before pulling back out of her personal space”A little startled, but nothing too serious. I’m sure I’ll be okay.” His hands went to smooth out the crease in his suit before remembering his manners. ”Are you alright...?” He had no name to tag to the end of his question. He had no way of knowing if this was someone he already knew or not. The voice wasn’t familiar so he could rule out the possibility of running into one of his friends unknowingly.

In a gesture of good faith Michael continued to but the brunette at ease. She seemed genuinely upset over the whole accident. ”I’d give you my name but that might take away from the mystique of the night,” he chuckled. ”Maybe we need code names or something. You could be Clumsy,” Michael teased. ”Or maybe Dreamy if Clumsy is too offensive.”

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