Nyla: She'd tried. She really had. She'd even thought maybe tonight she would have fun. It had been Hannah that had convinced her to go - even going so far as to run to a store and bring home that beautiful dress and shoes. Nyla had baulked - the dress would show off so many of the scars she'd amassed since becoming a vampire, so it would hardly be a masquerade anyway. Hannah hadn't taken no for an answer. She'd graduated from some type of cosmetology school before she'd been kidnapped by the people that had taken Solara and she'd done a seamless job covering up each of her imperfections. She'd even gone so far as to get some ridiculously bright blue hair dye and streaked it with purple. These things never ended well for Ny, though.OOC: Post Dated RP for early June 15th (2AM).
Nyla's attire
Shan's Attire: All black suit with a red skinny tie
Shan's mask
She'd tomed home before the unveiling, ripping her mask off and heading right to her crafting room. She didn't even bother taking off the dress, just set to work. She could take out her frustrations on the parts she kept there - even if that meant mangling a few when her strength got the better of her. Her emotions were rolling over her. Anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Anger. She couldn't get a grip on one before the next one was taking over. The curse of being what she was.
Shan: It was later than usual by the time Shan had reached into her pocket and pulled out her tome. She was the last one to leave the party which had been her goal. The party had been rather eventful for her as she had taken it in stride, even hitting the dance floor a couple times, despite the fact that she didn't really like to dance. Noticing the mask from Twinkles laying on the floor, Shan blinked. She blinked again, bright red hues staring intensely at it. Had that been... no. It couldn't have been. She would have known! Though as she stood there staring at its beauty on the floor, she realized it probably was. Shan hadn't recognized a single person at the party, and it only made her angrier at herself. She should have known those people, people who were her family now.
But she hadn't. She had failed, even if she hadn't set herself to the task of trying to figure out who was who, she still felt she should have been able to tell. She searched through the basement, her voice ringing down the hall and through the empty basement as it echoed. "Ny?" She didn't respond, so Shan headed down the hall and checked the training room. Nothing. She headed back and tried again. "Ny?" She asked once more, heading to the room that held the forge and the crafting bench. It was the only place left to check, before heading upstairs where she was sure Ny wasn't.
Nyla: She had taken out her phone at one point, wondering if Pixie had been there. "Were you there tonight?" The text was simple. If Pixie hadn't been there she probably wouldn't even know what her sire was talking about. She didn't even notice that her shaky hands had hit the contact just below Pixie instead of her childe. She heard Shan calling, but figured if she didn't answer that Shan would just go to bed or something. She still wasn't used to the fact that they shared this room, the newly built forge on the other side of the room as the crafting bench. With the way the room was set up her back was to the hallway door. She didn't turn when she heard the door open, though she did drop the part she'd been holding at the time. The sound of it thumping onto the crafting bench echoing in the room.
Shan: Opening the door, she noticed the dress first. It was a beautiful dress, and must have cost a pretty penny. Shan stopped there though. Why hadn't Nyla responded to her? She pursed her lips to the side, giving a soft bit of a frown before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. "Nyla?" She asked, still not sure if it was the woman she shared a home with. All she saw was blue hair with purple streaks in it... and that wasn't like Nyla to do. She ran fingers through her hair on the side of her head and pushed it out of her face, the long brunette locks being brushed back behind her ear. "Is that you?" She finished her question with uncertainty in her voice. The guessings of the night weren't done, apparently.
Nyla: She stopped, shoulders slumping as her fingers moved over the part she'd just dropped. "Who else? It's not like there are tons of people who can get in here." The tone of her voice was one of defeat, the sourness of it making her feel like she might be sick. Her hands went to rub at her upper arms, over makeup that hid who she was. What she'd become. Even knowing no one else could see them, she'd still felt them. She was sure she looked strange to Shan. Shan was used to seeing her in workout clothes, or jeans and t-shirt at the most. Not all dolled up.
Shan: So it was Nyla who had left the party just before the unmasking. Why? And why did she sound so.... deflated? Shan thought the party had actually turned out to be rather quite the success. She stepped up and to the side, trying to see the woman's face and what she was doing sitting at the crafting bench. All she saw were mangled parts scattered everywhere. Metal and wires bent and broken strewn on the table. Shan gave a quizzical look. Nothing could be made from those parts, so what exactly was Nyla doing? Clearly something wasn't right, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. "You look ravishing tonight." Was all she could come up with. It wasn't like her to spew compliments as she had tonight, but if there was one thing Every was right about, was that the mask seemed to allow a different side of her to come out. Even if she wasn't still wearing it and it was just hanging around her neck.
Nyla: She snorted. Ravishing. Apparently not. She shook her head. "I was just a kid playing dress up." She hadn't belonged there. She wouldn't try it again. It had been nice to be referred to as pretty for once. She was never the pretty one. Not back when she'd still been human. Not in Andras. It wasn’t even that she wanted to be that person... but sometimes it still hit her the wrong way. She still hadn't looked up at Shan, darkened eyes intent on the pieces in front of her. She could probably spent hours down here pretending like she was actually being constructive even though all she was really doing was destroying her inventory of parts.
Shan: Shan set her jaw at the snort. She wanted to say 'well fine then', but she didn't. She bit her tongue, standing there, which was good considering Nyla had something to say. Shan was the one to return the snort, crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight to her right foot. "You didn't look like a kid dancing around all elegant like,” She looked down at the mask in her hand that was Nyla's, "I didn't even know it was you." She admitted, sure of the fact that Nyla had noticed her and knew she was there. Micah had picked her out easily, though she wasn't sure how he had done it.
Nyla: That brought her head jerking up. "You were there?" The outfit Shan was wearing looked relatively familiar. She'd seen her there but hadn't spoken to her. She hadn't spoken to that many people, actually. It didn't matter. She shook her head and relaxed into her seat. "I made a fool of myself. At least I didn't shift right there on the dance floor... Progress I guess."
Shan: She found herself nodding as Nyla asked if she was there. Yes, she had been there. She had danced most of the night with Every, of all people and had no clue about it either. She smirked a bit before her face went back to that of solemn. "Progress is progress. Look at me." She shrugged, pulling a stool over and sitting on it after dusting it off. "Have you always been so self-conscious Ny?" Shan's blood red hues dashed over the woman curiously. "I mean, I really don't think anyone thought badly of you tonight. If anything, you gained an admirer. Did you know you were dancing with Helena at one point?" She smirked.
Nyla: "Was that who that was?" She liked Lena. And she was fairly sure the woman wasn't into ladies, so she was feeling slightly less weird about it all. She turned to the side so she could face Shan, so she wasn't being quite so rude by sitting facing away from her. Her leg immediately went up to cross over her knee, unintentionally hiking up the ridiculously high slit in the dress Hannah had picked out for her. "That would make sense. Lena is the kind of girl that has to beat them off with a stick."
Shan: The way Nyla turned to Shan and revealed long fleshy thigh drew Shan's eye instinctively. She glanced, but turned her gaze back up to Nyla's dark hues. She offered a snicker, "Yeah. And the guy I danced with was your sire. I thought it was Micah but nope. I clearly don't know Andras that well. I danced with Every half the damn night and had no clue." She scoffed a laugh and brought a palm up to rub it against her forehead for a moment. "You shoulda stayed, it was interesting to see who was who." She blinked. Was that what was wrong? "Why did you leave, anyways?" Shan tipped her head to the side, her all black mask jutting into her jaw for a moment before she righted her head again and leaned forwards into her elbows with them on her knees.
Nyla: Her eyes seemed to darken for a moment before her posture relaxed. "I didn't need to know. I didn't want to be known. So I left." She tilted her head though, surprised that the Psycho had been there. "He was there, was he? That's... interesting." She hadn't thought it would be his cup of tea... maybe he went for Lena? "It must not have taken too long? I haven't been home that long have I?" She frowned then, wondering exactly what time it was. She'd kind of lost track.
Shan: Shan nodded, "It sure was his cup of tea. He was the one running around dancing with everyone." She chuckled, kicking out her leg to pull her phone out. She had managed to get two numbers that evening, even if they weren't for dates - although one could have been. She still wasn't sure if that was a good idea though. "I would break you." "..Mentally. Physically." She remembered what she had said to Sparrow-. She wondered just how much of the statement was true. Why was she always pushing people away? Because everyone around me always gets hurt. Her thoughts rang as she shrugged, looking at her phone. "It's almost two A.M."
Nyla: She just shook her head, dumbfounded at that. She knew there were probably many sides of her sire that she didn't know; that she refused to see. It was hard for her to get over what had happened. "That late is it? Geez...." She looked around at the damage she'd caused, taking in every piece and wincing at the thought of replacing it all. The destruction did add up to it being quite a while that she'd been down there... it was probably good that Shan had come home when she had. "You must have had fun then?" Her smile was genuine as she leaned an elbow on her bench, sincerely interested in hearing how Shan's night had gone.
Shan: Giving a nod that it was indeed that late, she let her fingers dash over the screen of the small device as she typed out a text that was quickly sent. She thought for a moment, about how interesting the night was. Fun? That wasn't really exactly her idea of fun. Shan's idea of fun included a kidnapped woman and a set of knives. She shrugged, shutting the screen off with her thumb before repocketing the device. She wouldn't wait on a response, nor would she expect one. It hadn't been that kind of text anyways. She looked up at Nyla and blinked. Why was she looking at her like that? "I uhh... sure. It was interesting. I don't mind throwing on a suit every now and then, honestly."
Nyla: Her grin widened as Ny sat back up straight and looked down at her own dressed up self. "There is something about getting dressed up every once in a while I suppose... especially when I have a thrall who seems to be very gifted at hiding evidence of hacked off limbs." Perfectly manicured nails trailed over her upper arm, where normally it was very evident that some sort of trauma had happened, but at the moment her skin looked nearly flawless.
Shan: Shan couldn't argue that much, agreeing that it was different at least, but she also couldn't help but think that it was increasingly uncomfortable for her neck. She handed Nyla back her mask, nearly kicking one of the bottles of blood over that she had set on the floor in order to retrieve her phone out of her pocket moments earlier. She looked over Ny's right arm, eyes fixated on the woman's skin. "I like the scars,” she admitted, "They give you a certain kind of mortality that I don't have." Shan blinked. Who the hell was she turning into? Some kind of bleeding heart for sure. She cleared her throat and grabbed up one of the bottles, uncapping it and taking a long giant swig. Here's to immortality. Ha.
Nyla: "Umm... Thanks?" Her voice was obviously unsure. The last time she'd gone out in public with them showing she'd been referred to as "The blonde" while the next introductee had been called "The pretty one." She couldn't even remember for the life of her who it was. She hadn't been able to focus on much after that. "I usually don't mind them... just not really a fan of other people seeing them. Tends to freak them out or something." She shrugged her shoulders, moving her fingers away from her arm and placing them back in her lap. "It's probably a good thing I don't get in more fights though - I'd be nothing but a giant masse of scar tissue."
Shan: Swallowing the thick room temperature blood would have been hard for any other vampire who was used to it from a vein. But Shan was used to it from multiple different sources, most of the time a bag of blood nowadays what with the city alert being so high. She raised her brows, giving the woman a short 'mhm' before tipping the bottle back for more, Shan didn't mind listening. It wasn't something she was used to doing, at least not really listening. Sure, she could pretend to care. But showing that she actually cared? That was new. Blood red hues locked with Ny's darkened blue ones as she allowed a smirk on her lips again. "Prolly is a good thing. Though it's not like you can't hold your own, woman." She chuckled and reached up, sliding her mask back up and over her face to hide it once more before she set the bottle of blood down. "C'mon. I saw you dancing earlier, let's go for a spin." Shan motioned to the mask she had handed back to the woman, then to her face. "Care to dance?" She said, standing up and offering the woman her hand.
Nyla: She stared blankly at the mask for a moment, then to the offered hand. She looked up at the newly masked woman and arched an eyebrow before putting the mask back on and sliding her hand into Shan's. "The last dance didn't go so well, if I do remember correctly." She was still in her heels even, though she didn't really notice. She'd spent years in heels and it hadn't taken her that long to remember how to do it. She could probably head down to the cats and fight in them if she really wanted to. "And I'm not sure if any of the stereo systems down here actually work..." She frowned as she stood up and looked around, most of the things didn't actually work, because she took them apart to use their parts in other things.
Shan: Her smirk grew to a widened grin that showed fangs as she helped Nyla stand and pulled the hand she had given her to her shoulder, setting it there before placing the opposite one of hers on the others hip and reaching to grasp at the free hand with her own. She shook her head, "I don't care." Which was the truth. She didn't want to hear excuses. She didn't want to hear reasons even. She just wanted Ny to give her the dance that she would have asked for if she had known that the woman under the mask was Ny at the actual party. She slowly started to move, leading the dance as usual. "You know, I appreciate everything you've done for me Ny." She paused. This was the hard part. "I mean that." I can't believe I'm saying this... "I know I've never really said that."
Nyla: She cocked her head to the side, finding it easier to step into the dance with Shan then she had the masked woman at the masquerade. Maybe it was because she knew Shan? It wasn't just some stranger (because she hadn't known it wasn't) asking her to dance. "You didn't have to. It was the least I could do, really. I know this vampire thing isn't like a real family... but that's probably a good thing anyway..." She trailed off there and shook her head. "What I'm getting at is... well. You're welcome?" Her shoulders shrugged. "But it's not really necessary to thank me. I like the company..."
Shan: Ny knew how to dance. That much was obvious as Shan led them in circles around the room as they danced without music. Walking them around slowly, keeping her knees bent ever so slightly to allow for the movements to be smooth and more of a glide. "That surprises me." She admitted, giving Nyla a slow turn around as she couldn't help her eyes dashing to the woman's feet then back up to her face that was hidden by the elegant mask Shan had retrieved for her. "I've never been good company."
Nyla: "Mmm... that must be it then." She smirked, the twitch of her lips still visible through the curtain of glittery thread that hung down from the bottom of her mask. "I'm not usually good company either. Good thing I've found hobbies eh?" Her smile turned more sad than mischievous, but she quickly shook it off and then moved to spin outwards from Shan, making the bottom of her dress fill out and twist with her as she went.
Shan: Shan's eyebrows raised under her mask as Nyla took a spin. She hadn't ever realized how good looking Nyla was - she hadn't ever stopped for a second and actually taken the woman in. Here she was, spinning, the beautiful dress she was wearing only enhancing her beauty that was natural. Shan knew the woman had scars, but she didn't care. She smirked a bit and tipped her head towards the broken mangled parts on the bench to their side. "I wouldn't call that a hobby. That's just... an excuse."
Nyla: She stayed spun out, glaring at Shan. "Just because I went a little overboard and mangled a few things doesn't mean that it's not a legit hobby. Be nice or I'll... " She verbally stumbled there, not really sure where she was going with that. Instead of finishing her sentence she just huffed out a breath. A mischievous gleam glinted back in her eyes before she twirled back into Shan until her back was against the other woman. "Or I'll place traps all around your bed while you sleep... to show you just how good I am at my hobby."
Shan: Shan stood there, smirking. "That so?" She chuckled, the moment of closeness not bothering her at all since the night had been filled with mystery and dance. "I might just crawl into bed with you then, save you the trouble." She chuckled then, finally freeing the woman and letting her turn out so she could pull her back in and resume the dancing.
Nyla: She shrugged her shoulders, for some reason not seeing the words for what they are and only as Shan trying to get out of being trapped. "That's okay. I'm pretty good at walking around them. I could probably get up and dance around the bed without setting them off and you wouldn't even wake up." She had always like the spinning in and out part of dancing, especially with a dress that twirled like this one did. "Then you'll get up in the morning and BOOM."
Shan: She shook her head, clearly Nyla hadn't followed along what she was saying. She chuckled at her again, her smirk only growing wider as she narrowed her blood red hues on the woman in front of her. "I could disarm any trap you set... but you wouldn't be setting traps. You'd be too busy." She moved in and set Ny into a dip, allowing the woman to bend backwards as she held her from falling to the floor. Looking down at Ny, she grinned, fangs showing. "But this is hypothetical, of course." Shan pulled her up then.
Nyla: The gravity shift from the dip caused the threads to move away from her face, so when she smiled her fangs were easily noticed. "Busy doing what?" She cocked her head to the side as she was pulled back upright. "You're just worried I'll do it... that's it." She nodded her head, trying to suppress her smile. "Don't worry... it would take ages for me to fix the damage from you tripping all over my gadgets..." She visibly shook at the thought of all that work.
