The Second Annual Masquarade
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Roland Gilliad
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I hope Merelan is okay. It -is- the twentyth...
Hey Sexy! I dont like rushing your art but Just give a hayyy that you are alive and well. ^_~
Hey Sexy! I dont like rushing your art but Just give a hayyy that you are alive and well. ^_~
Roland Gilliad
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Its okay Dahlin! Dont rush. ^_~
Just wanted to make sure you were A-ok!
Just wanted to make sure you were A-ok!
Merelan
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OOC Okay here are some of them. Not quite finished but will do so in the next day. I had forgotten one detail. Each costumke comes with a mask to hide your identity. Please feel free to make up your own description to suit your costume. If for any reason you do not like what I have sent, please let me know.
J Bravo: Our friendly neighborhood Hero, Spiderman. But what a costume, to make a super hero blush. The blue parts of the
costume were sheer, and if standing in the right light, or at the right angle, well, it would give away secrets. Then there is the
crotch area, it too is sheer, colored but if you stared it was obvious our hero was friendly.
MissVictoria Herself an artist it hd been harder for Master to achieve what he wanted. Her beauty alone was an inspiration. So
he sent her a Grecian gown of the finest silk. The color of the palest blue. Around her body she would twine a cord of gold. The
tiniest sandals for her feet. Then her hair, for of course he had not neglected such tresses. A fine golden chain studded with
sapphires to twine in her curls. A statue come to life. For once she would be the inspiration, the art come to life.
Mistress Jorja. Though I had learned that Poe was one of her favorite authors, and the Red Death her favorite of his works,
there would be no death here. Only life, happiness, fun, excitement. A gown of the richest brocades. Hand embroidered, fitted
to precisely her measurements, then with an inch taken off the waist. A tight bustier added to make up for it. One that pinched
and pushed. Drawing in her already tiny waist and pushing up her lovely chest. If she moved to quickly or leaned to far over,
she would spill out. A feathered mask, high heeled matching slippers. Masses of petticoats, and a key. Merelan had learned
she was a bold lass, always one for adventure, but living within herself too much. Unaware of the power she had over men. The
key was beautiful in itself and hung on a golden chain. n emerlad hung on a thick chain for her neck, with matching earrings and
bracelets also. Tonight, if she dared, she would be a Queen.
Roland Gilliad Our knight in shining armour. But his armour was tissue lame. A thin very fragile fabric. Ay fighting or sudden
moves and it tore and frayed. if he did not behave himself he would be bare soon. The crest of a lion on his chest. For once he
would have to control himself, at least for awhile. For underneath the "armour" was nothing. Nothing but his own charms. The
black knee high boots were real though, and fitted perfectly. A cross to hang around his neck. Our Knight, our crusader.
Sweetp4u- A tomboy who had never had the chance to be a girl Master had chosen well. A pink dress. Tight in the bosom,
but flaring out around her knees, verging on little girlishness. The white thighs highs with the little bows would tell her what he
had been thinking. The high heeled shoes, the little golden heart locket. A sexy, yet timid little girl indeed. merelan wondered
how she would walk in the heels. But she would have to act lady like in the outfit, or it she would fall out. The skirt even had a
petticoat underneath, that rustled when she would walk.
SexyChele- A classic jester. Her outfit a myriad of colored satins. Pockets full of tricks and such hidden in every corner. The
alternating panels sheer. When she twirled and danced it would show other "hidden" treasures. A jester's cap to sit upon her
head, complete with bells. A 8 toe rings, also with bells. For her tiny feet. Ribbons to lace around her legs and arms and a
scepter, topped with a crytal ball .
Catlover... teddy bear. Yes, a furry cuddly teddy. For it matched his personality. All he needed was a little girl to be holding him
tight and he would be complete. But his suit wasn't all fur. Actually a clinging bodysuit with added bits of fur here and there and
there. Mostly covering him, but leaving enough open areas to let his body breathe. A red bow for around his neck completed
the picture. Yes a teddy bear indeed.
mfucker- Our darling Jesse. In the last year we had watched her. Grow bolder, more sure of herself. This year would be a treat
agaiin, for Merelan had missed her. Her sweetness and friendship had meant alot to her. So Master had let her choose her
costume.
TylerDurden- Naughty man. Master knew everything. Knew that the man returning the invitation was not the one whom they
had invited. But that was what he had expected. So to teach this naughty boy a lesson he was sent a Roman slave's robe. A
siple brown robe tied with a rope. Leather sandals for his feet. And a chastity belt. But no key. A note insuring him that the key
would be provided immediately, if he so chose. But to let things transpire and to see if he could earn it instead.
MissTaken -having had a hard life. her husband running off with another woman. her life dictating what and when she do things.
Half her time spent living in another world. Another world. Yes a world where she was in charge. Where her beauty and
charisma would draw men to her. And she would play them like fools. Or a world where she would find her true love and he
would whisk her away into the sunset. Master had sent her a dress. Simple, yet made of a fine satin. A teacher she was, and this
was a teacher;'s dress, but of another time and place. Of the days of the Wild west. When men did sweep into town and drag
their woman off to love, honour and cherish them... forever. Just like in the romance novels.
J Bravo: Our friendly neighborhood Hero, Spiderman. But what a costume, to make a super hero blush. The blue parts of the
costume were sheer, and if standing in the right light, or at the right angle, well, it would give away secrets. Then there is the
crotch area, it too is sheer, colored but if you stared it was obvious our hero was friendly.
MissVictoria Herself an artist it hd been harder for Master to achieve what he wanted. Her beauty alone was an inspiration. So
he sent her a Grecian gown of the finest silk. The color of the palest blue. Around her body she would twine a cord of gold. The
tiniest sandals for her feet. Then her hair, for of course he had not neglected such tresses. A fine golden chain studded with
sapphires to twine in her curls. A statue come to life. For once she would be the inspiration, the art come to life.
Mistress Jorja. Though I had learned that Poe was one of her favorite authors, and the Red Death her favorite of his works,
there would be no death here. Only life, happiness, fun, excitement. A gown of the richest brocades. Hand embroidered, fitted
to precisely her measurements, then with an inch taken off the waist. A tight bustier added to make up for it. One that pinched
and pushed. Drawing in her already tiny waist and pushing up her lovely chest. If she moved to quickly or leaned to far over,
she would spill out. A feathered mask, high heeled matching slippers. Masses of petticoats, and a key. Merelan had learned
she was a bold lass, always one for adventure, but living within herself too much. Unaware of the power she had over men. The
key was beautiful in itself and hung on a golden chain. n emerlad hung on a thick chain for her neck, with matching earrings and
bracelets also. Tonight, if she dared, she would be a Queen.
Roland Gilliad Our knight in shining armour. But his armour was tissue lame. A thin very fragile fabric. Ay fighting or sudden
moves and it tore and frayed. if he did not behave himself he would be bare soon. The crest of a lion on his chest. For once he
would have to control himself, at least for awhile. For underneath the "armour" was nothing. Nothing but his own charms. The
black knee high boots were real though, and fitted perfectly. A cross to hang around his neck. Our Knight, our crusader.
Sweetp4u- A tomboy who had never had the chance to be a girl Master had chosen well. A pink dress. Tight in the bosom,
but flaring out around her knees, verging on little girlishness. The white thighs highs with the little bows would tell her what he
had been thinking. The high heeled shoes, the little golden heart locket. A sexy, yet timid little girl indeed. merelan wondered
how she would walk in the heels. But she would have to act lady like in the outfit, or it she would fall out. The skirt even had a
petticoat underneath, that rustled when she would walk.
SexyChele- A classic jester. Her outfit a myriad of colored satins. Pockets full of tricks and such hidden in every corner. The
alternating panels sheer. When she twirled and danced it would show other "hidden" treasures. A jester's cap to sit upon her
head, complete with bells. A 8 toe rings, also with bells. For her tiny feet. Ribbons to lace around her legs and arms and a
scepter, topped with a crytal ball .
Catlover... teddy bear. Yes, a furry cuddly teddy. For it matched his personality. All he needed was a little girl to be holding him
tight and he would be complete. But his suit wasn't all fur. Actually a clinging bodysuit with added bits of fur here and there and
there. Mostly covering him, but leaving enough open areas to let his body breathe. A red bow for around his neck completed
the picture. Yes a teddy bear indeed.
mfucker- Our darling Jesse. In the last year we had watched her. Grow bolder, more sure of herself. This year would be a treat
agaiin, for Merelan had missed her. Her sweetness and friendship had meant alot to her. So Master had let her choose her
costume.
TylerDurden- Naughty man. Master knew everything. Knew that the man returning the invitation was not the one whom they
had invited. But that was what he had expected. So to teach this naughty boy a lesson he was sent a Roman slave's robe. A
siple brown robe tied with a rope. Leather sandals for his feet. And a chastity belt. But no key. A note insuring him that the key
would be provided immediately, if he so chose. But to let things transpire and to see if he could earn it instead.
MissTaken -having had a hard life. her husband running off with another woman. her life dictating what and when she do things.
Half her time spent living in another world. Another world. Yes a world where she was in charge. Where her beauty and
charisma would draw men to her. And she would play them like fools. Or a world where she would find her true love and he
would whisk her away into the sunset. Master had sent her a dress. Simple, yet made of a fine satin. A teacher she was, and this
was a teacher;'s dress, but of another time and place. Of the days of the Wild west. When men did sweep into town and drag
their woman off to love, honour and cherish them... forever. Just like in the romance novels.
Roland Gilliad
The King of Funky
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ooc: This is even better than last years barbarian getup. *laughs and grins brightly*
So much for the hero thing. Rip tear and so forth. *falls over laughing*
Brilliant as Ever merelan. Cant wait to get started.
So much for the hero thing. Rip tear and so forth. *falls over laughing*
Brilliant as Ever merelan. Cant wait to get started.
J Bravo
Really Experienced
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Thomas
IC:
"Um....wow"
Thomas says outloud to nobody as he opens the UPS package.
It had just been dropped off in front of his apartment and brought it into his room. He was sitting on his bed and holding the costume out into the air to see it all.
It was a Spiderman costume. Pretty realistic looking. Only a few differences though... and were they different! Where all the blue would usually be on it... it was a see through material... almost like the stuff used in pantyhose.
Thomas crawled off the bed and stripped to his boxers. He pulled the costume onto his body and realized that the boxers wern't ment to be word with this. It just caused the costume to lose it smoth figure with bunched up wrinkles. He then stripped to nothing, then put the costume back on.
"This is how it's supposed to be? Dear god! Good thing i been workin out."
The costume was probably the most revealing thing he had ever worn in his life.
The sides of his torso could be seen and from the waste down, was the blue fabric.
"Maybe I won't bump into any hot chicks. One boner and it's revealed to all in this thing."
IC:
"Um....wow"
Thomas says outloud to nobody as he opens the UPS package.
It had just been dropped off in front of his apartment and brought it into his room. He was sitting on his bed and holding the costume out into the air to see it all.
It was a Spiderman costume. Pretty realistic looking. Only a few differences though... and were they different! Where all the blue would usually be on it... it was a see through material... almost like the stuff used in pantyhose.
Thomas crawled off the bed and stripped to his boxers. He pulled the costume onto his body and realized that the boxers wern't ment to be word with this. It just caused the costume to lose it smoth figure with bunched up wrinkles. He then stripped to nothing, then put the costume back on.
"This is how it's supposed to be? Dear god! Good thing i been workin out."
The costume was probably the most revealing thing he had ever worn in his life.
The sides of his torso could be seen and from the waste down, was the blue fabric.
"Maybe I won't bump into any hot chicks. One boner and it's revealed to all in this thing."
TylerDurden
Virgin
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Ian was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, doing nothing in particular when there was a knock at his door. He got up and answered it. UPS Man.
"Hello, are you...Ian Brown?"
"Yea, that's me." The UPS guy hands him a package and puts the form on top. Ian signs it and the UPS guy tips his hat and leaves. Ian closes the door behind him and returns to his bed with the package. Ian opens it up and pulls out some brown rags and a rope.
"What the hell is this? He sifts through the box and finds something which looks similar to a metal sports cup. He looks at it for a minute before he realizes what it is.
"HOLY SHIT! A chastity belt!? Who the fuck sent me a chastity belt!" He looks through the package and find a small letter in that same green ink. "Oh, shit what have I gotten into..." He reads over the letter, which just says the when and where of the party, so he puts the letter aside and puts the costume under his pillow.
"Hello, are you...Ian Brown?"
"Yea, that's me." The UPS guy hands him a package and puts the form on top. Ian signs it and the UPS guy tips his hat and leaves. Ian closes the door behind him and returns to his bed with the package. Ian opens it up and pulls out some brown rags and a rope.
"What the hell is this? He sifts through the box and finds something which looks similar to a metal sports cup. He looks at it for a minute before he realizes what it is.
"HOLY SHIT! A chastity belt!? Who the fuck sent me a chastity belt!" He looks through the package and find a small letter in that same green ink. "Oh, shit what have I gotten into..." He reads over the letter, which just says the when and where of the party, so he puts the letter aside and puts the costume under his pillow.
MissVictoria
Falling Farther In
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Emma Matthews
There was something in the air that autumn day, and Emma was expecting something to happen. She rushed home after her last students had left, neglecting to grade and critique the latest barrage of artwork on her desk.
The walk home from the school building was quick, and her steps were energetic. She saw the box on her porch, and knew what it contained before she even saw it up close. Picking up the speed of her steps, she half jogged the rest of the distance, a smile on her face. She sat down, right there on the porch with her legs encircling the large box, and feeling like a child on Christmas morning she tore into it, parting the flaps of its lid and peering inside.
She withdrew... silk. Lovely silk the color of a hazy sky just after sunrise. She gasped softly, her cheeks flushed with excitement, wondering how such a lovely item could have ever been chosen from her. She toyed with the gold cord, placed the sandals aside with a smile, and gasped once more when she encountered a gold chain, studded with sapphires.
Picking up a letter at the bottom of the box, she read it and reflected on the perfection of the choice.
"So I am to be Galatea, the statue come to life."
She spent the rest of the evening trying on the dress, taking it off and admiring it, trying it on again, and taking it off only to put it back on again and again and again. She wound the gold cord around her torso so tightly that it cut into her skin. Placing the smooth porcelin mask over her face she peered into the mirror, her excitement so great that it could hardly be contained.
She could not wait to attend this mysterious masquerade.
There was something in the air that autumn day, and Emma was expecting something to happen. She rushed home after her last students had left, neglecting to grade and critique the latest barrage of artwork on her desk.
The walk home from the school building was quick, and her steps were energetic. She saw the box on her porch, and knew what it contained before she even saw it up close. Picking up the speed of her steps, she half jogged the rest of the distance, a smile on her face. She sat down, right there on the porch with her legs encircling the large box, and feeling like a child on Christmas morning she tore into it, parting the flaps of its lid and peering inside.
She withdrew... silk. Lovely silk the color of a hazy sky just after sunrise. She gasped softly, her cheeks flushed with excitement, wondering how such a lovely item could have ever been chosen from her. She toyed with the gold cord, placed the sandals aside with a smile, and gasped once more when she encountered a gold chain, studded with sapphires.
Picking up a letter at the bottom of the box, she read it and reflected on the perfection of the choice.
"So I am to be Galatea, the statue come to life."
She spent the rest of the evening trying on the dress, taking it off and admiring it, trying it on again, and taking it off only to put it back on again and again and again. She wound the gold cord around her torso so tightly that it cut into her skin. Placing the smooth porcelin mask over her face she peered into the mirror, her excitement so great that it could hardly be contained.
She could not wait to attend this mysterious masquerade.
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Guest
Guest
Dawn
The package bore no return address. However, Dawn hoped that it was the parcel she had waited for with such anticipation. Her costume for her first night "stepping out" as a single gal.
She opened the package and noticed a card lying atop the tissue paper. She opened it with trembling hands. The card had only a few words scripted:
Dawn,
You will wear this to the masquerade. You shall be beautiful. Signed,
Master
Dawn felt her face become flushed and a chill travel the length of her spine. She tore open the paper to find, to her surprise, a dress. A simple dress, boots, petticoat and full garb as if she were Laura Ingalls on "Little House on the Prairie."
Dawn sighed and thought, "How the hell am I supposed to look beautiful in this?" Determined not to let the surprising outfit spoil her mood, she decided to try it on.
She slipped on the dress and assorted undergarments and realized that the dress was cut nearly to her nipples. She chuckled at the thought of a frontier day teacher wearing such a thing. She ran a finger over her breasts and felt a tingle shoot through her body. She blushed a bit and looked in the mirror.
Certainly, she did feel beautiful and adventurous in this outfit. How appropriate that as she "pioneered" into singledom, she should do it in such a get up!
The package bore no return address. However, Dawn hoped that it was the parcel she had waited for with such anticipation. Her costume for her first night "stepping out" as a single gal.
She opened the package and noticed a card lying atop the tissue paper. She opened it with trembling hands. The card had only a few words scripted:
Dawn,
You will wear this to the masquerade. You shall be beautiful. Signed,
Master
Dawn felt her face become flushed and a chill travel the length of her spine. She tore open the paper to find, to her surprise, a dress. A simple dress, boots, petticoat and full garb as if she were Laura Ingalls on "Little House on the Prairie."
Dawn sighed and thought, "How the hell am I supposed to look beautiful in this?" Determined not to let the surprising outfit spoil her mood, she decided to try it on.
She slipped on the dress and assorted undergarments and realized that the dress was cut nearly to her nipples. She chuckled at the thought of a frontier day teacher wearing such a thing. She ran a finger over her breasts and felt a tingle shoot through her body. She blushed a bit and looked in the mirror.
Certainly, she did feel beautiful and adventurous in this outfit. How appropriate that as she "pioneered" into singledom, she should do it in such a get up!
Mistress Jorja
The 8th Deadly Sin
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Roxanne
“Appropriation...no. Celebration...no. Dedication...no. Location...no. Manifestation...no. Meditation...no. Relaxation...no. Trepidation...no. Deinstitutionalization...defiantly not.”
Roxanne threw down her dog-eared rhyming dictionary with a look of disgust, hearing it land behind the couch with a satisfying thump. Poetry had never been her forte, and it was being a most uncooperative art form at the moment. She needed some kind of distraction, staring at a piece of blank white paper for hours was not the way to get the creative juices flowing.
The doorbell’s harsh cry interrupted her moment of self pity, and she darted through the well-known obstacles of her apartment to answer it. She gave a swift, spiteful kick to the dictionary when she encountered it, winding her way around the sofa. A stern faced UPS man was standing there impatiently, as if she had made him wait all day. She accepted the large package he held out to her, her excitement at receiving such an intriguing piece of mail overwhelming her desire to make some smartass remark directed at his unbecoming postal uniform.
It was a large box, wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and sealed with a length of red ribbon. She tore into it, and pulled back the lid, revealing a beautifully embroidered gown the palest shade of green nestled in a bed of royal blue tissue paper. Matching heeled slippers, trimmed to an almost gaudy state of elegance, were in a separate box, as well as a Mardi Gras mask of delicate feathers, and piled circles of exquisite emerald jewelry.
But what really caught her eye was in a tiny black velvet box, buried beneath everything else. Intricate lacework of metal topped a polished key that was hung on a matching silver chain. She fastened this around her neck, fingering it almost out of habit with one hand.
The rest of the stunning costume was packed neatly back in place and put on the highest shelf of her closet, as out of reach as she could get it. She wanted to savor and anticipate the moment, rather than spoil such a fitting costume by trying it on at that very moment.
But the masquerade seemed so far away...how could she ever wait that long?
Ahh, time is a devious creature.
“Appropriation...no. Celebration...no. Dedication...no. Location...no. Manifestation...no. Meditation...no. Relaxation...no. Trepidation...no. Deinstitutionalization...defiantly not.”
Roxanne threw down her dog-eared rhyming dictionary with a look of disgust, hearing it land behind the couch with a satisfying thump. Poetry had never been her forte, and it was being a most uncooperative art form at the moment. She needed some kind of distraction, staring at a piece of blank white paper for hours was not the way to get the creative juices flowing.
The doorbell’s harsh cry interrupted her moment of self pity, and she darted through the well-known obstacles of her apartment to answer it. She gave a swift, spiteful kick to the dictionary when she encountered it, winding her way around the sofa. A stern faced UPS man was standing there impatiently, as if she had made him wait all day. She accepted the large package he held out to her, her excitement at receiving such an intriguing piece of mail overwhelming her desire to make some smartass remark directed at his unbecoming postal uniform.
It was a large box, wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and sealed with a length of red ribbon. She tore into it, and pulled back the lid, revealing a beautifully embroidered gown the palest shade of green nestled in a bed of royal blue tissue paper. Matching heeled slippers, trimmed to an almost gaudy state of elegance, were in a separate box, as well as a Mardi Gras mask of delicate feathers, and piled circles of exquisite emerald jewelry.
But what really caught her eye was in a tiny black velvet box, buried beneath everything else. Intricate lacework of metal topped a polished key that was hung on a matching silver chain. She fastened this around her neck, fingering it almost out of habit with one hand.
The rest of the stunning costume was packed neatly back in place and put on the highest shelf of her closet, as out of reach as she could get it. She wanted to savor and anticipate the moment, rather than spoil such a fitting costume by trying it on at that very moment.
But the masquerade seemed so far away...how could she ever wait that long?
Ahh, time is a devious creature.
Sweetp4u
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Heather
She opened the door with a very hard jerk, scaring the delivery boy into his shoes.
"what is it? Dont you know it is rude to bang on someone's door?"
He looked a little white to her. Grumbling she waited for his answer.
"A...a delivery ma'am..." He handed over the box, his hands a little tensed and white. Taking the box, she signed his paper and smiled a little at him.
"I'm sorry for jumping you.. bad day you know.." She attempted to be polite, but he had really got on her nerves with knocking non-stop on her damned door. He looked a little relieved, then she shut the door in his face. Wimps! All young males lately were pansies..
"I wonder what this is?" She was very curious.. It wasnt her birthday, and it wasnt christmas. Shrugging her shoulders she carried it into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she pulled out her pocket knife and sliced open the package tape.
Slowly she unwrapped the colorful paper inside, to reveal something...PINK?? who the hell would send HER pink? Rolling her eyes in disgust, she pulled it out. A dress... A PINK dress? apon further inspection she found the thigh highs, heels, garters, and something that looked like fishnet petticoats.. Petticoats
?? oooooooook... She finally found the card inside..
Dear Heather, We do hope you enjoy your costume, and we look forward to seeing you there....
there was instructions on how to get to the location of the party and that she was to wear this....
Heather inspected the dress further.. She would look like a fucking school girl!??! and my gawd! that thing was cut to her belly button.. or there about. She held it up to the light.. This thing was near transparent.
Heather sighed heavily.. Either she wear this and go.. or she doesnt go.. She did send the card back. She was willing to go and have fun. But what kind of party was this????
Accepting her fate.. and that Pink creation.. She turned the card over and seen another note..
It said "A Chance to be something more than what people see.."
It took her a moment to understand that statement.. But she smiled when it hit her. For one night, she could be as feminin as she wanted... and no one would know.
Standing up to put the dress back is when she spotted the mask. It was also dainty.. White lace, pink, feathers, covered the upper half of her face. She couldnt resist.. She put it on and stood looking into the mirror.. from her lips down was in plain view. She smiled, this mask made her look very appealing.. even to her own eyes. She put the mask back, the dress and all the other things, and went to bed..
Her last thought was how was she going to stride, as she normally walks, in high heels!?!?
She opened the door with a very hard jerk, scaring the delivery boy into his shoes.
"what is it? Dont you know it is rude to bang on someone's door?"
He looked a little white to her. Grumbling she waited for his answer.
"A...a delivery ma'am..." He handed over the box, his hands a little tensed and white. Taking the box, she signed his paper and smiled a little at him.
"I'm sorry for jumping you.. bad day you know.." She attempted to be polite, but he had really got on her nerves with knocking non-stop on her damned door. He looked a little relieved, then she shut the door in his face. Wimps! All young males lately were pansies..
"I wonder what this is?" She was very curious.. It wasnt her birthday, and it wasnt christmas. Shrugging her shoulders she carried it into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she pulled out her pocket knife and sliced open the package tape.
Slowly she unwrapped the colorful paper inside, to reveal something...PINK?? who the hell would send HER pink? Rolling her eyes in disgust, she pulled it out. A dress... A PINK dress? apon further inspection she found the thigh highs, heels, garters, and something that looked like fishnet petticoats.. Petticoats
?? oooooooook... She finally found the card inside..
Dear Heather, We do hope you enjoy your costume, and we look forward to seeing you there....
there was instructions on how to get to the location of the party and that she was to wear this....
Heather inspected the dress further.. She would look like a fucking school girl!??! and my gawd! that thing was cut to her belly button.. or there about. She held it up to the light.. This thing was near transparent.
Heather sighed heavily.. Either she wear this and go.. or she doesnt go.. She did send the card back. She was willing to go and have fun. But what kind of party was this????
Accepting her fate.. and that Pink creation.. She turned the card over and seen another note..
It said "A Chance to be something more than what people see.."
It took her a moment to understand that statement.. But she smiled when it hit her. For one night, she could be as feminin as she wanted... and no one would know.
Standing up to put the dress back is when she spotted the mask. It was also dainty.. White lace, pink, feathers, covered the upper half of her face. She couldnt resist.. She put it on and stood looking into the mirror.. from her lips down was in plain view. She smiled, this mask made her look very appealing.. even to her own eyes. She put the mask back, the dress and all the other things, and went to bed..
Her last thought was how was she going to stride, as she normally walks, in high heels!?!?
Roland Gilliad
The King of Funky
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*The package came Very late in the day, so he needed to turn up the oil lantern to get a better look at the highly sheer material...Blinking slowly*
My word!!
*he examined it carefully, before with great care he put it on...laughing softly*
I'd better be extra careful...or quite quickly I will be bearing it all..
*Grabbing his longest trench coat..he put it on over it for just in case situations...and examined himself*
Perfect! But to add a touch of my own..
*He pulled out a notepad and began writing down a thing or two..then grinned to himself, and headed over to the closet, where he pulled out a Grand Mask of Knights, looking somewhat like a light helmet, it covered his eyes perfectly, revealing only his mouth, chin and nose, he examined himself in the mirror for a moment and turned about slowly, adding a Rabben Wood sword to the mix he found he had the perfect combination, though he would leave the sword in the car...and he laughed to himself..taking it off for now and placing it in his breifcase, pulling on a fine suit he picked up the phone*
HEllo? Operator? Give me united Airlines please.
Hello? United Airlines?
My word!!
*he examined it carefully, before with great care he put it on...laughing softly*
I'd better be extra careful...or quite quickly I will be bearing it all..
*Grabbing his longest trench coat..he put it on over it for just in case situations...and examined himself*
Perfect! But to add a touch of my own..
*He pulled out a notepad and began writing down a thing or two..then grinned to himself, and headed over to the closet, where he pulled out a Grand Mask of Knights, looking somewhat like a light helmet, it covered his eyes perfectly, revealing only his mouth, chin and nose, he examined himself in the mirror for a moment and turned about slowly, adding a Rabben Wood sword to the mix he found he had the perfect combination, though he would leave the sword in the car...and he laughed to himself..taking it off for now and placing it in his breifcase, pulling on a fine suit he picked up the phone*
HEllo? Operator? Give me united Airlines please.
Hello? United Airlines?
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Merelan
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OOC Here are more... the only two left are for mfucker and Destiny Brent. You two are tough. So talented and versitile, I am trying to find something you haven't already done or something to test your skills. Anyone have suggestions? And honestly, if someone doesn't like the costume, you can change it. Last year I had tried to "pair" people up. Didn't try that this year.
Hey, we need more men. Are a all afraid????? We don't bite. Much.
IC:
NightWhispers- OOC I had written this before your email... scarey dear.
IC
Ever see Labrynth the David Bowie movie? ERemember the ball scene.... god, what a party that was. Remind me to tell you
about it some time. The costume sent her was one straight out of this. Fairylike and frothy, her wings all white feathers, liike a
swan. A chain of diamonds to entwine in her hair. Light satin slippers to lace on her legs. Nothing underneath. When she moves
the light shows all the colors in the sheer skirts, and if she stands just so, that she is wearing nothing underneath. Trained as a
classical dancer she was now forced to dance for the lonely and depressed. but this one night she would be allowed to soar, to
fly to become the dancer she dreamed of.
Ticklish Girl- A cat, but not an ordinary house cat. A long sleek kitty. Her snug bodysuit lined with fur, with openings at crotch
and nipples, each ringed with fur also. It would tickle her as she walked and danced. If she behaved, no one would notice.
MysticWolphi- Every party needs a bar wench. Her costume right out of the renassiance era. Full blown skirt, though ending
below the knee, a tight bustier that would not help keep her breasts in control. A blousy peasant shirt that would not stay on her
shoulders, continually slipping off them. Her feet encased in tight black shoes. A wench, a man's desire. Bold and brazen they
had been the one's to be used and cuddled, then tossed aside. Would she dare to let herself go, for this one night. To let herself
be the woman she had watched and read about? To be the tease, the taunter, instead of the wallflower?
Thor- A Wild West Marshall had been chosen for Thor. He had once been mayor of town and though now retired was still
very involved in local politics. But though handsome and popular, he led a solitary life. His dreams of finding a woman to sweep
up and hold forever swiftly crumbling to dust. His long marriage ending with her death. Now he works silently, gallantly for the
community. But what about his needs? So Master had sent him the works. Leather chaps, the jeans, boots, fringed vest and
badge of a Marshall from the old pioneer days. Along with the hat and long duster. Law and Order. But these men had served
much like Thor, dedicated, and lonely.
Hey, we need more men. Are a all afraid????? We don't bite. Much.
IC:
NightWhispers- OOC I had written this before your email... scarey dear.
IC
Ever see Labrynth the David Bowie movie? ERemember the ball scene.... god, what a party that was. Remind me to tell you
about it some time. The costume sent her was one straight out of this. Fairylike and frothy, her wings all white feathers, liike a
swan. A chain of diamonds to entwine in her hair. Light satin slippers to lace on her legs. Nothing underneath. When she moves
the light shows all the colors in the sheer skirts, and if she stands just so, that she is wearing nothing underneath. Trained as a
classical dancer she was now forced to dance for the lonely and depressed. but this one night she would be allowed to soar, to
fly to become the dancer she dreamed of.
Ticklish Girl- A cat, but not an ordinary house cat. A long sleek kitty. Her snug bodysuit lined with fur, with openings at crotch
and nipples, each ringed with fur also. It would tickle her as she walked and danced. If she behaved, no one would notice.
MysticWolphi- Every party needs a bar wench. Her costume right out of the renassiance era. Full blown skirt, though ending
below the knee, a tight bustier that would not help keep her breasts in control. A blousy peasant shirt that would not stay on her
shoulders, continually slipping off them. Her feet encased in tight black shoes. A wench, a man's desire. Bold and brazen they
had been the one's to be used and cuddled, then tossed aside. Would she dare to let herself go, for this one night. To let herself
be the woman she had watched and read about? To be the tease, the taunter, instead of the wallflower?
Thor- A Wild West Marshall had been chosen for Thor. He had once been mayor of town and though now retired was still
very involved in local politics. But though handsome and popular, he led a solitary life. His dreams of finding a woman to sweep
up and hold forever swiftly crumbling to dust. His long marriage ending with her death. Now he works silently, gallantly for the
community. But what about his needs? So Master had sent him the works. Leather chaps, the jeans, boots, fringed vest and
badge of a Marshall from the old pioneer days. Along with the hat and long duster. Law and Order. But these men had served
much like Thor, dedicated, and lonely.
MysticWolphi
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OOC:COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL -chanting- yeeeeeees i'm a bar wench yes i'm a bar wench! lol, ty merelan ty soooooooooooooooooo much i love it, ok now to show what my character thinks giggling
IC:When i got home from the library and the usual stop at the store, i opened my door as usual and went to pick up the mail as usual, and stopped stock still. there was a package, a good sized box wraped in brown paper and tied with a scarlet ribbon. she never recieved packages. she never got anything in the mail but bills and junk. but this?
She took hold of herself and broke her routine for the first time in ages. she stepped into her appartment and didn't pick up the mail. she put her bag in its spot and put away the slimfast shakes, popped her lean quizine dinner in the minature microwave, set it to cook for its 4 minutes and went back to the door. she avoided the box and picked up her other mail, all junk this time, she threw it away. then she stood there considering the package. the beep from the microwave sent her to get her dinner. she took the tray of food to her table and sat down. she sat there staring at the package till she realized she had forgotten the bottle of water at the counter. mumbling to herself that she never forgets her routine she gets up to get it but her feet have other ideas, they take her to the parcel in the doorway. heaving a big sigh she gives in to the inevitable and sits on the floor in front of it. carefully she unwraps the box and opens it. cloth, a box of cloth, what could this mean? she takes a second look, wait not just cloth, clothing. she pulls each item out slowly her eyes getting wider with each item.
the pale blue peasent shirt, the full royal blue skirt, and the oh my........ the black bustier, for a moment she couldn't move the bustier in her hands. but there was more in the box, she set the bustier aside and dug in the package. high heeled black strappy sandles, and a small case of cosmetics, and a letter. she opened the cosmetic case and was shocked, the lipstick was a dark sensous red, the blush a dark rose, and the eye shadows were in a range of browns. she couldn't help but think that with this makeup on her pale skin, and these clothes, she would look so vulgar, so base, so whorish, and soooooo sexy. a shiver ran over her skin. but who had sent HER these things? she took the letter and opened it.
Welcome, do you dare to be your true self instead of the mask you wear out in the world? Do you dare to be the flirty bar wench, the temptress, the whore if you wish? Take the chance to live life instead of watching it go by? Do you dare to make your fantasies into realities? If so then join the Masquarade.
it gave an address and directions at the end.
slowly she took the costume to her couch and began to strip to try it on, did she dare? she didn't know. her water bottle and dinner forgotten, she slipped on the skirt and the blouse. her bra straps showed so she removed it, but the blouse kept slipping off of her shoulders. She put on the bustier and the sandles then looked at herself in the mirror. all she could think was WOW.
did she dare? she remembered her boring life and realised if she didn't dare to do this it would continue as it always had. she slowly took the costume off and folded it neatly and set it on her dresser. she got into her pajamas and went to her cold forgotten dinner forgetting the water again she went and got it then returned to her chair and ate.
after putting her tray and empty bottle in the recycling, she slipped into her bed and her last thought before drifting off to sleep was, i dare.
IC:When i got home from the library and the usual stop at the store, i opened my door as usual and went to pick up the mail as usual, and stopped stock still. there was a package, a good sized box wraped in brown paper and tied with a scarlet ribbon. she never recieved packages. she never got anything in the mail but bills and junk. but this?
She took hold of herself and broke her routine for the first time in ages. she stepped into her appartment and didn't pick up the mail. she put her bag in its spot and put away the slimfast shakes, popped her lean quizine dinner in the minature microwave, set it to cook for its 4 minutes and went back to the door. she avoided the box and picked up her other mail, all junk this time, she threw it away. then she stood there considering the package. the beep from the microwave sent her to get her dinner. she took the tray of food to her table and sat down. she sat there staring at the package till she realized she had forgotten the bottle of water at the counter. mumbling to herself that she never forgets her routine she gets up to get it but her feet have other ideas, they take her to the parcel in the doorway. heaving a big sigh she gives in to the inevitable and sits on the floor in front of it. carefully she unwraps the box and opens it. cloth, a box of cloth, what could this mean? she takes a second look, wait not just cloth, clothing. she pulls each item out slowly her eyes getting wider with each item.
the pale blue peasent shirt, the full royal blue skirt, and the oh my........ the black bustier, for a moment she couldn't move the bustier in her hands. but there was more in the box, she set the bustier aside and dug in the package. high heeled black strappy sandles, and a small case of cosmetics, and a letter. she opened the cosmetic case and was shocked, the lipstick was a dark sensous red, the blush a dark rose, and the eye shadows were in a range of browns. she couldn't help but think that with this makeup on her pale skin, and these clothes, she would look so vulgar, so base, so whorish, and soooooo sexy. a shiver ran over her skin. but who had sent HER these things? she took the letter and opened it.
Welcome, do you dare to be your true self instead of the mask you wear out in the world? Do you dare to be the flirty bar wench, the temptress, the whore if you wish? Take the chance to live life instead of watching it go by? Do you dare to make your fantasies into realities? If so then join the Masquarade.
it gave an address and directions at the end.
slowly she took the costume to her couch and began to strip to try it on, did she dare? she didn't know. her water bottle and dinner forgotten, she slipped on the skirt and the blouse. her bra straps showed so she removed it, but the blouse kept slipping off of her shoulders. She put on the bustier and the sandles then looked at herself in the mirror. all she could think was WOW.
did she dare? she remembered her boring life and realised if she didn't dare to do this it would continue as it always had. she slowly took the costume off and folded it neatly and set it on her dresser. she got into her pajamas and went to her cold forgotten dinner forgetting the water again she went and got it then returned to her chair and ate.
after putting her tray and empty bottle in the recycling, she slipped into her bed and her last thought before drifting off to sleep was, i dare.
TylerDurden
Virgin
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OOC: I recall you mentioning something about masks, but I see nothing about masks in the costume descriptions. Do you want us to pick our own mask or something?
MysticWolphi
Experienced
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good question tyler i forgot, do we pick our own masks?
Thor's Hammer
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Marshal Thor
OOC: Thor is a retired politician...former mayor, legislator, but now involved in community works. His businesses generated enough income to allow a semi-luxurious life style. His wife was dead...family grown and dispersed to the four winds. Thor is silver-haired, about 6', a trim 185 (works out), but the most noticable feature are his piercing blue eyes - eyes that seem to change from sea to iceberg blue, depending on his mood.
IC:
........sitting quietly in his solitary office, Thor mused upon life....and where it was leading him. He had the good life, but was lonely. Last week he had received an invitation to a mysterious costume party. he almost threw it in the trash but, then, decided to go and see what it was all about.
KNOCK....KNOCK. Stepping to the door, Thor accepted a parcel from a delivery person. As he opened the parcel, he unveiled a costume - but what a costume. Delighted, he began to dress - since the party was due to start soon. After pulling on the costume, he looked in the full length mirror behind the door. What a sight - a full-brimmed western hat, chaps, boots, a leather vest that had a Marshal's star pinned on the breast, completed with a long white duster. And, when the duster was pulled aside, a Colt .44 Peacemaker was slung - low - in a worn leather holster. He shut his eyes, then opened them, and the image was complete. A Western Marshal, the law of the west, stared back. The smell of leather and dust almost seemed to be in the air.
Picking up the phone, Thor summoned his limo.....
OOC: Thor is a retired politician...former mayor, legislator, but now involved in community works. His businesses generated enough income to allow a semi-luxurious life style. His wife was dead...family grown and dispersed to the four winds. Thor is silver-haired, about 6', a trim 185 (works out), but the most noticable feature are his piercing blue eyes - eyes that seem to change from sea to iceberg blue, depending on his mood.
IC:
........sitting quietly in his solitary office, Thor mused upon life....and where it was leading him. He had the good life, but was lonely. Last week he had received an invitation to a mysterious costume party. he almost threw it in the trash but, then, decided to go and see what it was all about.
KNOCK....KNOCK. Stepping to the door, Thor accepted a parcel from a delivery person. As he opened the parcel, he unveiled a costume - but what a costume. Delighted, he began to dress - since the party was due to start soon. After pulling on the costume, he looked in the full length mirror behind the door. What a sight - a full-brimmed western hat, chaps, boots, a leather vest that had a Marshal's star pinned on the breast, completed with a long white duster. And, when the duster was pulled aside, a Colt .44 Peacemaker was slung - low - in a worn leather holster. He shut his eyes, then opened them, and the image was complete. A Western Marshal, the law of the west, stared back. The smell of leather and dust almost seemed to be in the air.
Picking up the phone, Thor summoned his limo.....
Thor's Hammer
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I have to say this
OOC: for those of you who have not had the pleasure of playing in one of Merelan's threads, you are in for a rare treat. The last party must have had a 1000 posts, and it was spectacular. Remember her rules, don't control someone else's character, and follow her lead. I guarantee you will be in for a treat. Sorry to post this in the beginning of the thread, but I just had to!!!!
OOC: for those of you who have not had the pleasure of playing in one of Merelan's threads, you are in for a rare treat. The last party must have had a 1000 posts, and it was spectacular. Remember her rules, don't control someone else's character, and follow her lead. I guarantee you will be in for a treat. Sorry to post this in the beginning of the thread, but I just had to!!!!
MysticWolphi
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OOC: Sorry I have very little access to a computer right now, I will do my best to keep up.
Sweetp4u
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Heather
She had worked hard all day, and was ready to go home and relax. She didnt mention the party she was going to attend tonight. She was worried someone else from work might be going too, and she didnt want anyone to know she was going to be there. She did like her life a secret. Once the clock hit 5 she raced home. Once inside she quickly stripped and showered. And once done there she ate her dinner. Pulling out the costume, heather eyed it and smiled. Shaking her head .."pink?" this was going to be amusing to say the least.. She pulled off her robe and stood naked. she looked at the pantaloons and said "No way" if she was going to look like a school girl, she at least wanted some sexy underwear to go with it.. Walking into her room she dug through her dresser. Somewhere in here she had.."Aah Ha! there it is!" A white lace gstring she had bought awhile ago but never wore. Pulling it on, she went back into the living room and put on the rest of the clothes.. Walking to look in the mirror at the picture she presented.. she laughed! oh did she laugh, her sides hurt and tears ran down her face.. she looked soooo Girly? Innocent? It was amusing. Drying her eyes and slowly walking from the mirror, she ran into her bathroom and finished up. She applied light make up and really red lipstick. Looking into the mirror once more , she held her mirth.."Well we must complete the outfit right?" She put her hair up in pig tails. Her thick brown hair would make excellent pig tails.. and she could still wear her mask.
She walked into the living room and glanced around. Making sure she had everything. Grabbing her keys, her invitation, her mask and her planner. She headed out to her car. It was time to drive to the party... She hoped she didnt go over board with the costume. And she wasnt puttin on those high heels till she got there either... She would wreck her car driving in those things..
She had worked hard all day, and was ready to go home and relax. She didnt mention the party she was going to attend tonight. She was worried someone else from work might be going too, and she didnt want anyone to know she was going to be there. She did like her life a secret. Once the clock hit 5 she raced home. Once inside she quickly stripped and showered. And once done there she ate her dinner. Pulling out the costume, heather eyed it and smiled. Shaking her head .."pink?" this was going to be amusing to say the least.. She pulled off her robe and stood naked. she looked at the pantaloons and said "No way" if she was going to look like a school girl, she at least wanted some sexy underwear to go with it.. Walking into her room she dug through her dresser. Somewhere in here she had.."Aah Ha! there it is!" A white lace gstring she had bought awhile ago but never wore. Pulling it on, she went back into the living room and put on the rest of the clothes.. Walking to look in the mirror at the picture she presented.. she laughed! oh did she laugh, her sides hurt and tears ran down her face.. she looked soooo Girly? Innocent? It was amusing. Drying her eyes and slowly walking from the mirror, she ran into her bathroom and finished up. She applied light make up and really red lipstick. Looking into the mirror once more , she held her mirth.."Well we must complete the outfit right?" She put her hair up in pig tails. Her thick brown hair would make excellent pig tails.. and she could still wear her mask.
She walked into the living room and glanced around. Making sure she had everything. Grabbing her keys, her invitation, her mask and her planner. She headed out to her car. It was time to drive to the party... She hoped she didnt go over board with the costume. And she wasnt puttin on those high heels till she got there either... She would wreck her car driving in those things..
