Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 10, 2013 4:44:00 GMT -5
NAME THE FACE,
Altair would always be up for a party. Though this wasn't really her scene, there would be booze and that was enough for her. Plus, it was free admittance, something that she was certainly on board for. Unfortunately, she would not be sober for this event. She hadn't been sober all day, and therefore she had avoided her sister. Maybe she had even neglected to tell Rowena that she was going to the ball. A part of her felt guilty, the part that acknowledged that what she was doing may have been terribly, terribly wrong. The much bigger part of her didn't have the sense of mind to care.
Getting the dress had been easy, as well as the mask, and she believed that she would be the best dressed there. It was even verified as she walked through the doors, seeing the men in their tuxes and the ladies in their gowns. Her own, black and long, accentuated her curves. It paid to be a model, especially one with spendthrift habits. The gown had certainly cost her a pretty penny, and it was worth it. Her mask, also black, left her bright blue eyes visible. Black may have been her favorite color to wear, it brought out her eyes and looked salient against her hair.
The first thing she did was head toward the food, eating what she could. Unfortunately, one thing that sucked about being a model was the diets, not that she adhered to them. No, they were just there to make her bosses feel like they had at least a modicum of control over her. Altair proved them wrong by eating whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and going out to party more often than usual. She chose the worst time to destroy herself, however, the end of the year.
After eating, she had another mission. Company. She didn't know anyone else who was coming, and that was part of the mystery. Who knew laid behind every mask? It intrigued her greatly, mystified her and enthralled her. The night felt like entering another world, even though it was simply in a hotel room with a local band providing the music. Right now, quite a few people were already on the floor and dancing, spinning and twirling to the music. She walked up to one of the masked strangers with a smile and a question.
"Care to dance?"
Getting the dress had been easy, as well as the mask, and she believed that she would be the best dressed there. It was even verified as she walked through the doors, seeing the men in their tuxes and the ladies in their gowns. Her own, black and long, accentuated her curves. It paid to be a model, especially one with spendthrift habits. The gown had certainly cost her a pretty penny, and it was worth it. Her mask, also black, left her bright blue eyes visible. Black may have been her favorite color to wear, it brought out her eyes and looked salient against her hair.
The first thing she did was head toward the food, eating what she could. Unfortunately, one thing that sucked about being a model was the diets, not that she adhered to them. No, they were just there to make her bosses feel like they had at least a modicum of control over her. Altair proved them wrong by eating whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and going out to party more often than usual. She chose the worst time to destroy herself, however, the end of the year.
After eating, she had another mission. Company. She didn't know anyone else who was coming, and that was part of the mystery. Who knew laid behind every mask? It intrigued her greatly, mystified her and enthralled her. The night felt like entering another world, even though it was simply in a hotel room with a local band providing the music. Right now, quite a few people were already on the floor and dancing, spinning and twirling to the music. She walked up to one of the masked strangers with a smile and a question.
"Care to dance?"
outfit.
