Maddison was none too pleased when Lincoln made his way to them and got handsy with Robin. It gave her bad vibes, and the look flashed across her features before quickly falling away. She didn't want either of them to see it. Maddison didn't particularly like Lincoln, she was only here because Robin had asked her to come. But the blonde had to keep up the appearances since it didn't look like Lincoln was going anywhere. She'd never let Robin know she didn't care for the man.
Maddison was then used as a shield which further upset her. Have the balls, Robin. Lincoln didn't need to know that she didn't like him either, so in true Maddison fashion, the blonde took this opportunity to get back at Robin. Using her as a shield would backfire. "Oh I know, his flailing is terrible. Let's see how well you can move, Mr. Lincoln." Maddison then pressed a hand to the male's chest and started to move her body to the music.
The blonde wasn't a bad dancer at all, in fact while modeling, she led some dance courses for the work out class. Maddison moved a few feet from Robin, and worked her hips against Lincoln's. She wasn't too terribly close, but enough to break his personal space and enough to piss off Robin.
She turned, back to Lincoln. Maddison dipped down low and then slowly came back up. This was such a club dance. She then continued to move her body to the beat, this time her emerald gaze was locked on Robin's ice blue one. The blonde then tossed him a wink.
Once Elizabeth confirmed that there was a good chance Cosimo had not yet met Tate, he stopped looking for the other female. If he had not met her, then he would not know what she looked like – especially at a masked ball. Just as they were beginning to move through the crowd toward her, the speech had started and Elizabeth instructed him to wait. And wait he did, listening to the speech with an avid kind of curiosity.
The masks were equated to secrecy, even though many vampires present could probably pass for human regardless. The masks, he supposed, represented willingness; a willingness to be open, to toss secrecy to the curb, to welcome each other with open arms. Cosimo still couldn’t really claim to have much of an opinion on the matter, besides the one that his sire had taught him. And even now, she continued to hold true to her own beliefs. Elizabeth did not want to remove her mask.
The Italian was sometimes whimsical but sometimes not. Tonight, he chose not to put much stock in the symbology. Whether his mask stayed or went really had nothing to do with what he truly thought, and nor did he think that the removal of the masks gave anything away. Even as he surveyed the crowd, even as he saw masks coming off left, right, and centre, he still recognised no one. And until he got up close and personal, he couldn’t tell just by looking at them who was vampire and who was not. Not in this light, not with the make-up, not with the eddied of hot cold as people moved to and fro.
Regardless, he chose to keep his mask on. Not because he agreed, per se, but because it was a show of solidarity. He and Elizabeth might have had their differences recently, but she was still his sire, and still the person he had to thank for the second chance that he had been given.
”It is alright, Elizabeth. You do not have to,” he said with a dimpled smile, again sweeping the crowd with an azure gaze.
”Shall we find Tate?” he asked. He had been told that he would like her. He wanted to find out for himself.
Lincoln was, for lack of a better word, surprised by the reactions he received. Robin's not so much, he was figuring out how to read the guy and vaguely what to expect after already having seen him in some unique situations that might have rocked other men. For whatever reason Robin was able to keep up, even if he stumbled at some hurdles. Maddison was more of an unknown element, he'd only heard the facts from her sire and less about the smaller details of her personality. Thus far she hasn't really spiked as highly interesting on his radar, she was attractive but not in a way that really captured his attention and frankly she seemed to border on vapid. The way she teased Robin almost seemed to be designed to get a rise out of the man, which rather amused Lincoln because he'd been doing the opposite and somehow in succeeding he'd ended up with her escalating the situation and backing into him. How well could he move? Lincoln was a tall, broad man but he could move, in fact he'd managed to smooth some of Robin's rough edges when he'd dragged the man onto the dance floor.
He wasn't afraid to show off, either.
Linc's hands found her waist confidently in a relaxed hold, one that was fluid enough to keep up with her movements, allowing her to turn around and drop low, rolling her body back up. Brave in the dress she was wearing, he'd give her that. His hips found her pace easily, swaying with her, keeping her just close enough to make it worth the effort. She was cool, no sweat slicking her skin in the heat of the club, the only reason he wasn't sweating up a storm was his impressive fitness but for Maddison? It was her vampirism, keep her skin soft and free of getting clammy, smooth beneath the hand that ran up her back, across the shoulder and down her arm in a sweeping caress. Nothing personal, nothing intimate it was just part of the way they were dancing. He wasn't interested in trying to seduce her, nor did he think it would succeed. Her behaviour was designed to get reaction from Robin, pure and simple, and his green eyes found the man with brows raised waiting to see just what it might be. Would he join them? Would he man up and take the lead? Linc's lips moved, forming words in an exagerrated manner so Robin would see. "Yours. Take it." He mouthed, his free hand gesturing casually to Maddison before turning the woman back to face him with a decisive roll of his body, knees bent slightly to get into the dirty beat that was driving the club to dance.
B r e a k t h e c h a i n s , s e v e r t h e l i n k s . . .
A n d w e l c o m e y o u r n e w M o n a r c h y
His assurance, while not needed, was a pleasing one. What Cosimo choose to do, how he choose to stand tonight-out of the closet, or accepting of vampires and humans working together, or tucked away in hiding, much like herself, would not impact Elizabeth's mind in the slightest. Her choice to remain hidden was not one that was going to be second guessed tonight, tomorrow, next month, and probably not next year. Humans (and vampires, to be fair) changed with the seasons in her mind. Today, friends...next month? Enemies.
The blonde woman just simply smiled and nodded her head, as her free arm and hand pointed in the direction that she had seen Tate in. "She is easy to find. Her hair helps give her away to those that know her." Elizabeth laughed as her eyes searched for the jean jacket and the woman's startling hair colour. Redheads were a rare thing, much like a telepath, in Elizabeth's mind. She knew a few, that was certain, but she knew far more killers and shadows than any other types of vampire. Perhaps that was because most those who are turned into what they are now, have embraced the darker side of the life. She wondered if the passing thought were true and would think about it more.
As the two approached Tate, Elizabeth gave the woman behind the mask, with the jean coat a small wave before her steps appeared to get larger. Having another friendly and yet familiar face in a large crowd helped Elizabeth remain focused on Tate and Cosimo, and made the atmosphere more bearable for the woman. "Tate!" Elizabeth said in a loud whisper. "Have you met Cozi?" She looked to her childe then, and beamed at him, before her eyes moved back to Tate. "I believe not, so this meeting is long overdue, and parties are an excellent place to make new friends, yes?" She confessed to them both, her eyes fixing on the woman completely now.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Robin did not know what Maddison’s game was. Truth was, he didn’t know whether it was a game at all. He was still getting to know the sun-haired model. Maybe this was just how she was. She and he were not together. They were sire and childe, and he didn’t have control over her actions. Straight as he might be, Robin couldn’t deny that Lincoln was a good looking man. Why not dance with him?
There was a fleeting urge to leave Maddison to it. Robin was not a very good dancer, Lincoln was. If she was in the mood to dance, he would be a much better partner. Robin could go order them drinks, and he could keep said drinks company while he waited for Maddison.
But then he remembered how much he wanted to have fun. If Maddison were playing a game, it was a losing one. Or, well, she was winning regardless of whether she was playing a game or not. Robin joined in, regardless of what Lincoln mouthed over the music. He wasn’t there to take anything. He wasn’t there to play any games. In front of him were two people he liked – two people whose company he enjoyed.
The two men effectively formed a sandwich around the red-clad Maddison, Lincoln far more graceful than Robin, though Robin had progressed in leaps and bounds. Robin did not dance with just the one of them, but the both of them. The music threaded through his limbs, thrumming through his veins. He had learned to accept the music as the drug of choice while dancing, without the alcohol normally requisite to help him to lose himself. Regardless of whether the music appealed to him or not, he gave up on his tastes and freed himself to the beat, to the rhythm. His hand stroked its way down Maddison’s arm, fingers finding her waist to very briefly bunch into the fabric of her dress, before traveling down over her hip.
Where Lincoln had found Maddison’s rhythm and stayed with it, so too did Robin. They moved in unison, the three of them together.
Maddison's so called plan hadn't really worked the way she wanted it too. Robin hadn't got jealous and Lincoln could care less about her. She hadn't ever felt so resisted in her life. Neither one of them had succumbed to her womanly wiles. Instead, she was stuck dancing awkwardly between two men. That wasn't really Maddison's style. It only become more awkward when Robin clenched his hand around her hip. She had been thinking of a way to excuse herself from the men.
She let her body move to the beat of the music, continuing on their dance for a few more minutes. After that, she couldn't stand it anymore and the blonde slipped from their grasps. "Excuse me, I need a drink and to freshen up." That seemed plausible right? She hadn't come here with Robin. She had only come because he asked her too. The blonde hadn't been able to venture out and meet any new faces. After giving them both an awkward smile, she slipped off the dance floor and headed straight for the bar.
She'd left Robin and Lincoln out there to do their own thing. It wasn't really the blonde's comfort zone. She barely knew Robin. She didn't know Lincoln at all. Maddison sat on a stool, flagging the bartender down. She ordered herself a shot of vodka and winked to the bartender. It payed to flirt a little, she got free drinks. The blonde checked her watch and breathed out a sigh, she had been here for a while now. What was an acceptable time for her to leave? She didn't want to be rude and not say goodbye, but she had a feeling if she gave her farewells Robin would want to leave with her. Lincoln was his friend, he needed to enjoy the successes with the man.
Kira sipped her drink while people watching, she wondered how many humans were here, how many vampires. Paladins? Once again her mind wondered off to the what if this is some kind of trap. Even as the man behind this event got up to speak, she wondered this. However, during the speech, she didn't feel the lingering what if any longer. This man was doing a good thing, and while she was sure there were going to people who would abuse this app in some way, the good that could come out of it was wonderful.
She watched as people started to take off their masks, others did not. She reached a hand up for her own mask but paused. If she wasn't some kind of double for some pop singer she wouldn't have any problems removing it. She took in a deep breath before removing it, oh well, it wasn't like it was something she hadn't dealt with before. She wished people would see that her eyes were green unlike that damn Spears person. She wasn't sure she would be staying much longer anyway. She came to see what it was about, and she did indeed support this idea.
She moved through the room to get rid of her empty glass and to get another one. As much as the music called to her, she resisted the urge right now. Maybe she should have brought Dave along. She wondered how these people felt about vampire thralls. Some would see it as enslavement.
Claimed by Reginald ღ Stalked by Anemoi
Dorcha Geolladh - Sekpoli - Q2
We Are the Dark Promise - Breath of Life
Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
Having been left to his own devices, the German decided to do a walk of the room. There was plenty to whet his visual appetite; so many lords and ladies dressed in their finest attires, so many relishing the atmosphere that was as crisp and fruity as the champagne, and so many more trying to hide their insecurities. It was the little things that gave them away though; idle hands pulling at their attire, and fretful fingers fidgeting with their hair or even their masks. They drew his salacious golden eyes right to them. There was no way to know for certain which were mortal and which were sitting on the spectrum of supernaturalism, but the unknown didn’t deter him. If it had, he wouldn’t be here in the first place. He was aware of the risks even if he didn’t care to be alarmed by them. Any one of these individuals could be a ticking time bomb, a rogue knife ready to stab at the heart of this ideal, and while he supported Mr King’s efforts, he wasn’t sure how he could express such. Still, he found his gaze wandering for alternate means as the thought occurred to him, and even as the Golden Man himself had approached the stage.
The speech was remarkably short, Claude thought. He had almost expected there to be a lengthy introduction, a great lecture of the Bitr application’s benefits, and of the philosophy of shedding one’s masks given the prevalence of these matters and current times. Yet, Mr King had clearly been practicing long enough to condense the gravity of the situation into an easily digestible five minute communication. Golden eyes were about the room again, looking for the reactions of the crowd. Most, it seemed, were willing to play along and remove their masks and reveal themselves to those around them – in a manner of saying. For those who weren’t quite so willing, Claude wondered about their motivations. There was doubt swirling in his mind, convincing him that there might be several reasons why those in attendance tonight might not shed their masks. Not all were bad, as he was certain that some people were of the mind of sentimentality or vanity. Having gone to the trouble to find a mask that matched their outfit so spectacularly, it would be like removing part of their costume to take away their mask.
Fortunately, Claude was not so sentimental.
When the call was made, encouraging people to show their true selves, Claude happily obliged. The full-faced leather mask was somewhat suffocating, and to lift it from his features came as a great relief. The air, as warm as it was in the club, rushed over his newly exposed flesh as fresh as a summer breeze. Claude took a moment to close his eyes and revel in the freedom, to experience the air dance across his skin and train the fine hairs there to wax and wane along with it. That was the breadth of his movements now that he had moved to the far right of the club, leaning against a wall. Certainly he was breathing, his heart beating a rhythm that was infatuated with the music, and he thoroughly enjoyed watching the crowd, but he would not dance tonight. Despite being only 29 years of age, Claude felt too old to party and dance with the youths. He was from a different culture, an older one by all accounts, that adopted the tradition of waltzes and other ballroom styles of dance rather than carry the flavours of the current. The most modern style in Claude’s repertoire was salsa dancing; an art that really deserved a partner to be in any way impressive, and it would take some work to locate such an adequate partner...
While Claude’s eyes roamed fairly equally amongst the faces – both exposed and masked – he couldn’t help but glance routinely at tonight’s host. By now the man was on the dance floor, momentarily engaging in a curious three-way with the scarlet temptress from earlier. Claude was not certain he had seen the other piece of bread in their sandwich before now, but, he was an interesting beast to behold. Dressed in a jacket and bowtie, but no shirt, the ensemble said something, even if Claude couldn’t automatically decide on what. Obviously, the thought that really clung to the German’s mind was the memory of servers he had seen in other establishments, where the least of their responsibilities for the night were handing guests drinks. Claude laughed to himself at the thought, deciding that Mr King would probably be privy to such establishments as well and that Claude should probably ask if given the chance. For now though, he turned to deposit the Medusa’s mask on the table beside him.
There was no point in carrying the mask around for the whole evening, and besides that, he had arranged to leave it behind. Prior to arriving, Claude had taken a moment to mark the details of his contact number into the inside surface. It was a twisting of tales, where Cinderella had made the effort to be found by any would-be suitor rather than to accidently leave a slipper behind and hope Prince Charming would find her. Nobody should have to go to such lengths, to scour an entire city, in order to find him – perhaps because Claude didn’t regard himself as being such a prude, or as remotely elusive, as the hapless blonde. After all, he was perfectly capable of making his own connections with people too. He soon noticed that the purple butterfly had fluttered close by, exchanging an empty glass for a full one, and Claude decided to smile to her. If she weren’t too busy and would stay a while, he would strike up a conversation with her, but butterflies by nature were so flippant that he didn't reserve too much hope. Perhaps a smile was best for now.
Salvador listened with keen interest to what Lincoln had to say. He did work for the guy and while he believed Lincoln's overall perception of things; Salvador didn't really KNOW Lincoln as well as he probably could. As well as he should. Some people knew how to say a lot of pretty words, but it all ended up being just that. Pretty works with no follow through or no real heart or truth to it. After Lincoln spoke, Salvador believed Lincoln. Or maybe he wanted to believe in the guy. Was it because he was a dashing young buck, and pleasing on the eyes, or was it really his vision? Be it looks, the money he was paying Salvador or the message, Salvador didn't care. It was all good to him. All three possibilities.
So, without further hesitation, Salvador pulled off the mask and showed his face, not long after the male he had been engaged with earlier in the night did the same. Salvador gave Claude a little wave, his eyes practically eating Claude alive as he got to see the sight beneath the mask. He more then approved of the male's facial features, but unless he was looking to take a nibble, or entertain him with other ideas, Salvador had to keep mingling. He moved to a woman not far from the gorgeous male, the woman who looked hesitant to remove her mask and Salvador headed in her direction. "Heeeeey, beautiful." Salvador gave her a quick wave with his hand, before he grabbed yet a third glass of champagne for the night. "Some party, hmmm? Mr. King sure knows how to throw them. My name is Salvador-but you can call me Sal if you would like." He eyed the butterfly with interest. How did she get the invite for the party? Did she know Lincoln? Maybe she worked for him? Everyone loved to nibble on a delicious blond morsel, so it was possible.
Kira took a sip from her class, wondering where her wraith had went to. Well it didn't matter if she left them behind, they were most likely to involved with finding out all the juicy gossip, something Kira didn't care for. She did realize that she should have passed this invite on to her dancers from The Majestic Lounge. She didn't exactly come out and say she was a vampire but they seemed to figure it out on their own. They after all spend a lot of time together but Cody saying she was just weird didn't mean anything, she knew she was different because of not having any memories prior to Halloween of 2010. Cody would have liked this though, not that he would be able to figure out who was human and who was a vampire unless they told him, noticed they didn't have a reflection or some other sign.
She smirked, they should have a vampire theme at the lounge just for giggles. Halloween was a fun time after all. She could rework 'I put a spell on you' and turn it into a nice dance number. Her mind was so caught up for a moment with creativity that she almost forgot where she was. She suppose it was good that work didn't feel like work, at least when you don't run into a creative block that is.
Kira looked around again for anyone she knew but came up empty again. However she did notice a man looking at her and had given her a smile. She gave a small wave with her empty hand and returned a smile. Her green eyes widened a moment from the sudden 'Heeeeey, beautiful'. Her attention fell to the newest male, she sorta assumed that he knew the host. "Does he throw a lot of parties? This one is very well done." she replied. "Greetings Sal. My name is Kira. she added.
Claimed by Reginald ღ Stalked by Anemoi
Dorcha Geolladh - Sekpoli - Q2
We Are the Dark Promise - Breath of Life
Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
