**yeah, I agree with Moonlight, it would be cool.**

Thomas

"Guiles? Guiles? Where are you this time? I need my coat," Thomas looked around for his butler, but couldn't find him. Where is that dolt?
"Here I am m'Lord, I was getting your coat out of your closet," Guiles held up the coat so Thomas could put his arms through. "There, you look dashing m'Lord, you'll stun every lady there."
"I plan on it, I need another worthy companion. Miss Langcaster has out used her worth," He knew that if he didn't secure another companion by tonight that he would never be able to show his face in the court again. his whole career was based on how many women he could bed within a fortnight, though he didn't like using women he had no choice. I hope I can find the girl of my dreams. He looked out the window to his waiting carriage. "Let's go Guiles, or we'll be late."
Guiles bow obediently, "Yes, m'Lord."

Name: Booker

Age: 19

Station: None really. Just a commoner.

Appearance: Tall and thin. Brown shaggy hair, pearly blue eyes. His family is poor so he doesn't dress the most fashionable way in the universe. Though, he is very handsome.

Personality: Naturally, funny and friendly. Always looks at the best of people and keeps cheer in times of sadness. Passionate and loyal to the ones he loves and will do anything to help them. However, he is terribly unorganized and loses many things. He can't remember much and isn't the smartest lad on the block. But people love him anyways by his wonderful personality.

History: Booker's mother is sick and nearly dying. They are very poor and live in a bad neighborhood. Booker's older brother, Brandon is bent on getting Booker out of the house instead of in the house with their mother all the time. He thinks it is better for him to get married already.

Other: Used to horseback ride but got too expensive when father died. (I might as well add this since he's with Christian lol)


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Booker

The carriage ride was bumpy but I couldn't complain. It had been a long time since I had been in a carriage and I had to be thankful. But all in all, I wanted to yell to the driver to slow down on the turns because he was making my bum hurt. Yet, I was excited. I had to give Brandon a hand. He was three years older than me so I listened to him even though at first I didn't think "being matched" was all that important. Tending to mother was the only thing I needed to think about. But I couldn't help but get the jitters. I was wearing my Dad's clothes. The prospect of even touching Dad's stuff made me cringle. When I looked myself in the mirror, I thought I was handsome enough. I hoped the ladies would think that of me too.

"This is your stop, sir." The rider said.

I got out of the carriage and walked up to the ballroom. I felt a tang of guilt when I saw that people were already present. I quickened my pace and opened the door.

**I agree with Moonlight and Teddy - perhaps the pairs would have to find each other in the masquerade?**

Rémi and Charles

Rémi lounged in his carriage, taking up all of one of the two seats on his own. He looked bored. The Marquis glowered at him, "How do you intend to attract a woman with that kind of attitude?" He asked in French.

His son replied in kind, "I was under the assumption that I did not have to attract one, that I was getting matched against my will. Mutual attraction would be nice, but as far as I see, the English regard it as unnecessary in these marriages."

"And we became the English when?"

Rémi shrugged, "Well, I assumed that since we've been dispossessed in France and will probably be given a parcel of land here, we should adopt English court custom."

In the other carriage, Charles was not speaking with his father. Rather, he was surveying the mask he would don upon arrival. It was a full faced mask - half black, half white, with gold around the eye sockets and separating the black and white parts. Music had been painted on in parts, the artistry careful and exact. It had no mouth, no features at all below the nose other than the white, black and gold. The mask was a work of genius, even better than Rémi's, in Charles' opinion.

Rémi's would also cover his whole face, and currently hung loosely by its ribbon from his hand. The predominant colour on it was the same blue as his coat, with green patterns mimicking a celtic design. The mask's features were twisted into a laugh, the lips parted slightly, the eyes half closed. As if to augment the image, a single black tear stood out on the pale blue just below his right eye.

Both carriages stopped abruptly, Rémi actually sitting up to deign the outside world with a condescending look. The Marquis and Earl both pulled their masks on, instructing their sons to do the same before the four of them disembarked from their carriages and made their way towards the double doors.

Name: Mitchel Greere

Age: 19

Appearance: Shaggy ebony hair and piercing green eyes.

Station: He's also Aiden's best friend and has been for years.

History: You'll see

Personality: Very protective, like Aiden, but he treats Christain more like his little sister rather than a young lady and often at times forgets things. He's quite random but can be very deep and intellectual.

Other: Both parents died, so he lives with Aiden and Chris.

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Sorry had to add him. Grr... I dont have any time to post! Sorry! I'll post either at school or after my softball practice! BYE!

Chupatoasta----> You do know that Booker is matched with Christian right? just making sure I'm understanding everything you posted.

Sunday:

I was escorted out of my burgundy carriage and took my father's arm. Gradually I brought my mask up to my face. It left my nose and mouth visible, but still kept the mystery. It was white, adorned with feathers over the purest white and gold that encircled the eyes. I held it up with my tiny steel rod, which I had to hold, throughout the night. Except while dancing, then I have the choice of switching masks, but that's only if I'm lucky enough to be asked to waltz.

I could see the bright lights through the enormous windows of the estate. No doubt caused by showy chandeliers of the most extravagant taste.

"Are you ready, my dear?"

I tried to ignore my father's voice, but failed,"Of course, Father", I had the most artificial smile as we entered the giant doors, "As ready as I'll ever be." A red carpet outline with riveting gold lines led into the ballroom. The room was huge and the walls were gold. Everything was white and gold, and people wlatzed and chatted with the most beautiful masks covering their faces. I must be dreaming.

I agree. The pairs nust find their match at the ball. Much more interesting



Coey:

Breathe. She told herself as the approached the tall mansion that held this years masquerade. She looked nervously at her mother before taking the hand offered to her and stepping out of the carriage. It seemed as though everyone was here already. They were already late as it was.

"Coey, dear. Please don't forget to be on your best behaviour. You don't want to embarass your family do you dear?" She inhaled, calming her temper.

"No mother."

"Good." They entered the big double doors, walking into the lounging room. The room was filled with various gowns and coats, in various colors. Teh masks that adorned the people were quiet exquistite, but oen stood out to her the most. It was blakc and white, with gold around teh eyes. But the thign that intriguied her the most was that it had no mouth. The mysterious stranger who adorned such a beauty caught her stare and held it. She quickly looked away, knowing it was impolite to stare.

Her mother lead her towards the side of the room where there were already girls waiting anxiously beside their mothers to meet their betrothed. The speaker headed towards the podium. She looked nervously around.

"Ladys adn gentlmen. Welcome to this years Masquerade! As you know, this years betrothloals will be held differently. Instead of callign you up to meet your betrothed, we will call your name adn you must stand up. After we will call your betrothed name, they must also stand up. You must find each other. That is all. We will now begin."

The list started, and she looked nervously around, watching as various people stood up.

"Nect match...Charles Greville," she watched as the mysterious straner stood up. Seh stared at him, intrigued. Teh girl who is matched with him is extremely lucky. she thought, lookign around.

" and Tathilia Anderson. " she gasped as she realized it was her. Standing, a bit unsteady, she met the strangers eyes. She sat back down, shaking. She watched as her match started to approach her, and she looked nervously to her mother, who was in a conversation with the otehr ladies of the ton. Seh loked back to greet her match, who was half way to her by now. Seh swallowed, hoping not to make a fool of herself.

*Errr...I'm dropping out for now. Sorry guys, I want to join every single storybook lol! but I can't...so yeah. booker can be a community character. Sorry, the person who is Christian, haha your match is dropping out *

I'll play him.

http://www.nashvillemask.com/assets/images/mask-tea.jpg

This is what my mask looks like.

http://img.gactv.com/GAC/2008/09/25/taylorswift24_h_j.jpg

This is what my dress looks like

Don't let this die! Please

Sunday:

The announcer glanced at me after a Tathilia Anderson and Charles Greville were called. She seemed a tad nervous and studdered before I heard my name called.

"Sunday Rose Bellina Monstre` Marquese and her match......Remi(I forget his last name)." I stood with my white mask and looked at this Remi, fellow.

*All I got*

Charles Greville

He stood as his match was called out. Well well, how interesting... It was the same girl who'd stared at him - or rather, his mask - before. What were the odds of that? He began making his way across the room towards her, wondering at why the announcer had said they'd have to find their betrothed and then essentially pointing them out.

But then the announcer was through the matches, and suddenly the ballroom was a whirlwind of activity again. Excited, nervous and nonchalant guests alike stood up and went to meet their matches, trying to find them amidst the sudden storm of colour and masks.

"Hm." Said Rémi, standing beside him, "That's what he meant then. Do you see what Sunday Maquese was wearing, by any chance?"

Charles shook his head, smiling, "Looks like you're going to have some trouble finding her. Have fun with that."

Rémi snorted derisively, "Of course, because you got such an opportunity to see what your match looks like."

Charles smirked behind his mask, "I did, actually. I caught her staring at me earlier."

Rémi rolled his eyes, the harlequin mask seeming as though it were mocking Charles, "I suppose you'll just have to find your way through the crowd, then!" Then he himself found his way into the crowd, disappearing in a momentary whirl of blue.

Charles turned back, starting to force his way through the crowd towards where he'd last seen her. He paused, Hm. Funny, I'm not feeling as mad as I was before about the prospect of arranged marriage.

Rémi de Lyons

He cursed his carefree nature not for the first time in his life. For once, he found himself with no idea of what to do. He hadn't even seen Miss Sunday Marquese before the ballroom had become chaotic. He scratched his head a little, wondering what he should do.

He stepped forward to a girl, bowing a little to her, "Miss Marquese?"

The girl giggled, shaking her head, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person. I think she's that way. She's got a white half-mask with white and gold feathers around it." She pointed him in a particular direction in the crowd, and he continued on as people began to find their matches, leading them into waltzes on the ballroom floor. Rémi himself simply made his way around them, asking people if they knew where his match was.

Sunday:

She had caught a glimpse of her match before the rush of chatter filled the room and he was lost to the crowd. His mask revealed nothing, he was a complete mystery. All she knew was his name which felt dirty on her tongue. Rémi de Lyons.

"Sweetheart I'll be over there with those fine Gents,"Her father muttered to her as he straightened his tux and walked away. Just wonderful, now what am I supposed to do? Sunday was still standing near the entrance when she saw him as clear as day. The Remi fellow must be asking around for her. He would ask someone something and they'd only point in her direction. He still couldn't see her through the crowd, she wanted to wave her arms, but fear stopped her.

A servant in a white coat was passing by and Sunday quickly snatched the bouquet of flowers he was taking to a table from his hands. He tried to wrestle with her for a second, but deciding he wanted to keep his post he moved on, shooting her icy glares as he went. With that she brought the bouquet to her face, covering most of it from view. Remi wouldn't be able to see her if she slowly moved out to the garden outside in the back of the ballroom. She made a move and felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, Miss. I'm sorry if I startled you, but I was wondering if you knew the whereabouts of a Miss Sunday Marquese?" It was a deep voice, that only of a man looking for his match. Remi. She felt like a fool. Who runs fromt their match for fear of marriage?

"Actually....I do," she said as she slowly brought the flowers away from her face, with a shy smile.

**Come on >< Don't let this die!**

Rémi de Lyons

His face lit up behind his mask, although not doubt she could only see his smile in his eyes. She was stunning, and the combination of her nervous smile and the air of mystery surrounded her as she held her mask over her eyes only increased her beauty, in his eyes.

Taking the bouquet of flowers from her and setting them aside, he raised her hand to his mask's lips, imitating a kiss to it. "Enchanté, Mademoiselle Marquese." He murmured, "I'm Rémi de Lyons, son of the former Marquis de Lyons." He stood back up again, "Perhaps you would like to dance?"

Charles Greville

Height was an obvious advantage to him as he searched for his match - Talithia - through the crowd. He was surprised to find that he couldn't see her anywhere, even as the main floor started to clear as matches stepped onto the dancefloor to slowly twirl around each other in waltzes, speaking to each other from behind their masks.

Casting another gaze around the edge of the room, he caught sight of her leaning over the railing of one of the staircases, her elaborate mask and flowing white dress unmistakable to his eye.

He pushed his way to the bottom of the stairs, making his way about a quarter of the way up before he stopped, several steps still between him and her. From what he could see, she was still searching for him in the crowd, the mask preventing her from full peripheral vision.

"Evening." he said.