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Posted by: pierre bouchard Jun 2 2015, 07:16 PM

Pierre loved parties. He absolutely adored them. The fancy dress code, the music, the dancing! He'd begged Terry to go with him to have some fun but wasn't sure if the once-mock turtle would willingly join something he so loathed. Hopefully Pierre would spot Terrence later in the evening. But for now, he was dressed in a bright three-piece suit the exact hue of a barrel of raspberries. Not true red - because that was the Queen's color and he wasn't rude - but very, very close and painful enough to sear the senses. Where he found that hellish outfit, no one could guess. But he made quite the statement as he arrived and even now, mid afternoon and moseying through one of the many ballrooms, he caught the attention of party goers.

Twisted as he was, Pierre enjoyed the attention. He thought they were jealous of his "tasteful" outfit. He grinned as he walked past a group of tittering females - maybe flowers, the way they kept close to one another - and slid a hand through his hair. He decided he'd get some punch - hopefully spiked - and traversed across the dance floor, wiggling his hips as he went. He couldn't dance, per se, but he liked to try. When he reached the table laden with tasty pastries and a variety of beverages. He took a delicate-looking glass cup and filled it to the brim, happily sipping the red liquid. No alcohol, alas, but he was certain by the end of the night he'd be spit-drunk and happy about it. And then maybe he could drag Terrence around for some drunken make out fun dancing.

I figured you'd prefer rapidfire but if not we can lengthen things

You've got me popping champagne, I'm at it again you're caught in the moment but not in the right way we're falling in between tearing up at the seams we're just aiming to please and aesthetics don't hurt one bit So follow me down take this all the way any way you want

Posted by: antoinette beaumont Jul 13 2015, 06:16 PM
She saw him everwhere.

He lurked in every shadow, loomed over her with every passing stranger- reached out for her with every greeting of a dear friend. Warrick D'Aubigne was everywhere and yet nowhere, the menacing monster lying in wait beneath her bed only to vanish into dust whenever she dared to look. He haunted her every step, her every waking thought, her every dream... and the scars had all but faded from her body. While she was unable to heal herself, the rose possessed a mercifully quick recovery where her own body was concerned: not quick enough, in this case... the sight of the faded claw marks was enough to send her into a terror all on their own.

Even at an event such as this, a place full of such vibrant colour and ,life- she was uneasy, frightened... skittish as she lurked by the table, arms loosely wrapped about herself as though feeling Spring's chill still- biting her lip nervously as a man approached- only for some of that anxiety to lift once she realised who it was.

"Pierre..." She breathed, taking a quick step closer. Truth be told, they weren't the very best of friends- acquaintances on good terms, really. Still, he was a friendly face and at this moment- she'd do anything to avoid her murderous shadow... be he roaming through the crowds this day.

save me from the dark

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