Raelyn | Female | 22 | Bisexual | Mentions: Open

Raelyn fumbled with the pearl beads on her bracelet as she sat in the back of the taxi cab. She was nervous. People she had never met would be at this ball, and while that excited her, it also made her want to turn back and go home. She knew it was too late for that now though. She committed to this and was too close to the mansion at this point. Looking out the window she could see the top of the mansion which helped her conclude that she only had a few more moments to herself.

The minutes passed in what seemed like seconds and before she knew it, she had arrived. She got out of the cab and patted her dress trying to get rid of any wrinkles. Her dress was a soft green. The top was fitted to her frame with the sleeves off the shoulder and the skirt flowed down from her waist. Her hair had been put up in a messy bun that seemed to be purposely messy with a couple braids thrown in every here and there. Two of her front strands of hair had been pulled out and curled. She had been fairly pleased with her appearance that day and owed a lot of it to her older sister, especially since she lent her the dress.

She turned around to grab her clutch, which was similar in color to her dress, and her mask, which was white. She paid the taxi driver and turned towards the mansion. This had been her first real look at the building and she stared at it in awe, finally realizing its magnificence. She takes a few cautious steps first before taking a quicker pace to the door. She walked through the beautiful doors and found the ballroom that, whom she assumed was the others, had been. She wanted to go meet some people but decided it would be best to observe for now. She found an empty table and sat down to try and stay out of the way.

Hazel Jones | F | 21 | Straight | M: Aaron Cardinal, and Stephen Tyrrell Long

Hazel had been grabbing the cheese slices straight from the platter and only realized there were plates when she noticed more guests headed towards the food table and grabbing the plates filling them with food. Well now I feel slightly rude Hazel shrugged the feeling off, she couldn't be the only one feeling a little out of place here.

Lost in her thoughts Hazel didn't realize someone was talking to her until they mentioned the cheese. The man speaking to her looked like he had gone through a lot to get here, Hazel noted his hair was messy, and his clothes looked a bit wrinkled. It made her wonder how he did end up here, although she knew he was invited. Feeling awkward for replying late she simply said, “Oh yeah the cheese, it's very good.” Hazel was aware that since he was one of the guests she would have to introduce herself sometime, so why not now? “Oh and I'm Hazel by the way.”

Hearing someone else remark about the strawberries, Hazel for some reason thought they were talking to her. “Oh I actually haven't tried them yet.” She told the other man who looked At Least 15 years older than her, if not older. It made her wonder how someone much older and more advanced than herself and the rest of the guests that had arrived, had gotten invited. She supposed they all knew the host, or At Least something like that.

Honestly Hazel just wanted to figure out what this part was about, it's all so confusing- the fact I got invited to this party, the fact that we all got invited, and not a single one of us know each other. Glancing around again her eyes landed back on the first guest that had spoken to her.

Aaron Cardinal | Male | 24 | Heterosexual | M: Hazel Jones, Stephon Long,

Hmm, he thought as the woman seemed not to hear him, what if she’s deaf, his mind wandered. An older voice snapped his thoughts and he spun around to look up. The owner of the voice was taller than him by at least three inches. While Aaron was used to being a bit shorter than the average Joe, he didn’t like being this short. Now that he thought about it, he doubted that the stranger was the height of the average Joe. Aaron couldn’t help but feel insecure because by the other man’s large and impressive build. The fellow was a nice warm tan as if he had visited a tanning bed before coming to the manor.

“Yeah,” Aaron nodded and purposely kept his response short. He didn’t want to keep a long conversation going on with him. Especially since there was a nice girl next to him.

He then heard her respond with an agreement on the cheese and her name. Hazel, that’s a pretty name, he thought and smiled again. He introduced himself with a slight bow. Then she mentioned strawberries.

“You can have some of mine.” He offered, holding up his plate.

He hoped that she would take his offer. His small, step by step plan of getting friendly with her was so far working quicker than what he could eat. He looked down at his plate again. He hoped that the chicken wasn’t spiced with anything too much. He couldn’t stand spicy foods as they burned the top of his mouth and sometimes he could swear that he saw steam coming out of his nose. He redirected his eyes to Hazel's hazel eyes, wondering and hoping that she'd take the fruit.

Domenic C. Hernandez

Male // 21 // Unlabeled // Mentions: Open

He glanced out the window in a rather bored manner, one hand lazily steering the vehicle steady. Its counterpart's fingers tapped against his leg in what could only be seen as an improper fidget. The outside trees and atmosphere flashed by in a dark lighting, the sun having set. He turned at a bend and it was rather obvious this is where the invitation had stated to go. The Manor was an elegant building, almost shining to Domenic.

The car stumbled into a gentle halt, and he wasted no time getting out of the automobile. He didn't bother checking the invitation one last time; he had already commited it to memory at this point. He made his way towards the towering, wooden doors. A man dressed nicely opened the door for him, ushering Domenic inside. He complied, and the man who had held the door open led the way. He must be some form of a butler. The moved in a nicely set rhythm. One that was neither too fast nor too slow.

And then the little walk ended as quickly as it had begun.

The room they had arrived in absolutely shown in a gorgeous elegance one couldn't have even described. The man who had ushered him there gave Domenic a single nod before departing. Not that Domenic noticed. He was engrossed in all the food and little delicacies. He didn't bother assessing the other guests. He was far too interested in the foods he could acquire.

After some intense glaring and squinting at the numerous options, he had settled on two finger sandwiches. He didn't know what was in them. They were two completely different things. What's the worst that could happen? He tentatively took a bite as he surveyed his surroundings.

Who could these people be? he wondered.

Raelyn | Female | 22 | Bisexual | Mentions: Lynx

Raelyn turned her head towards the direction of the voice. To her surprise it was a really tall woman, whom she believed to be around a whole foot taller than her. It took her a second to gather her thoughts since she was kinda shy and this person's height was sort of intimidating, but when she finally did she smiled sweetly and said “Not random at all actually! I’m sure many people here are wondering the same. Unfortunately, I’m one of those who are wondering”. Raelyn did think the situation was sort of… odd, but it hadn’t taken long for her to convince herself to go since she didn’t get out often. “Nice to meet you Lynx, I’m Raelyn!”

She noticed Lynx’s mask and got excited, “I love your mask by the way! Do you like cats?” She reached into her clutch and grabbed a picture to show to Lynx. On it was Raelyn with a Golden Retriever next to her and a Calico cat over her shoulder. “I have one, she’s my baby. Her name’s Cleo and the Golden next to me is Benji!”