Of course he wasnt stupid enough to leave Becca alone with an angry tainted dream creator. It was definitly not in his nature to watch someone get beat upon, whether it be her or the tainted dream creator, so he slyly walked away then transformed his shape into that of a bug in which he crawled towards Becca's feet.
The one thing that wasnt so great about changing form was also changing language and understanding. He could no longer understand the english language and sat waiting for something bad to happen. When nothing did, he erupted into his human form right at her feet, his eyes flaring with worry.
"What happened?" he asked a little quickly.
Becca seemed a little taken aback that he had been there the entire time, and also looked to be somewhat angry because he didnt trust her to do her own dirty work.
"It was nothing," she turned her back on him. "Why were you spying?"
"I wasnt spying," he put his hand on her shoulder. "I was curious."
"And why is that?" she seemed to find a sick amusement in his words. "Because it's something to do perhaps? Is that really all?"
"No..." he looked down at his feet. "I just have an overexaggerative sense of right and wrong and my instincts always sort of... push me to do things like that.. I'm sorry."
"It's alright," she could tell she had offended him and quickly turned around. "Either way, nothing bad happened so theres nothing to worry about. I'll go to the memorial ball tomorrow."
"Really?" this got him off the conversation. "I will definitly hope to see you there... of course unless I may be so bold as to ask you to be your escort?"
"Escort?" she raised an eyebrow curiously. "I'm sure there will be pretty ladies there all wanting a dance from you."
"That may be so, and if it is true they may ask me to dance if that is what they wish," He chuckled. "But I am only escorting one. Take it or leave it."
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
**sniffle* Leslie doesn't have a date...yet of course.*
*Sure Billy I'll let ya in.*
Leslie~
Of course, I could have just poofed myself to Vincent's castle but running through Somnium Mundus was fun. I could eavesdrop on conversations and catch up on what's going on or maybe even steal something. Bumping people wasn't on my list but I did it anyway.
"Watch where you're going Ray." I grumbled, dusting off my shoulder.
"Sorry, Leslie. Hey, how are you doing?" Ray said, smiling.
"Better than you." I smirked and started to keep walking towards the castle but Ray continued to talk.
*I know not the best job. I know in the profile you said very friendly. Hope I did ok!*
I blinked, thinking. Why did I want to be different? I pulled my hair out from behind my ear.
"Individuality is something that is hard to come across. When you do find it, it makes you think. Thinking is something that must be aspired to-especially thinking what no one else is thinking." I didn't think about the words, I let them flow from my subconscious much like a writer or a painter does.
"You're different because you want to make people think." He summarized.
"Exactly. If people would just think, would let their minds examine every point of view and consequence, existence would have a much greater value."
Jared nodded, taking my thoughts in. Though I'd hoped, I'd not expected him to actually consider the spew of my subconscious. Most would find a polite excuse to leave and desperately try not to look too much like they were fleeing. Not he; he was actually listening to my rantings.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
Oh so she loves to make people think? Perfect, at least she doesn't know I'm a perplex thinker. I wish i knew how to make people think, if i did I'd want them to wonder about extraordinary things. I could do that by being a teacher but, I'm not sure how to teach so i guess not.
"I like to think," I said, flat out and adding, "It's one of the many abilities i enjoy and take into my own correspondent." She looked a little surprised.
"Sorry, but you don't look like the type of person who would like to think. But, I shouldn't stereotype as I, myself don't look like what one may think I am." She summed up, it was funny because I understood the way she spoke.
"Eh, it's quite alright. I get that a lot, what kind of person do i look like then?" I asked. I smiled, while I chewed on my straw.
"You remind me of a cocky airhead that only cares about what girls think about him as. But, now that I've talked to you, you seem too modest to be a conceited nut and you understand how I talk so, definitely not an airhead."She smiled, amused. Her smile was beautiful, if she was in a dark room she could light it up with her happiness.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. When I saw you, I thought you were just a girl who was looking for attention. But, I've learned that you only want other people to think about every crook and cranny of what they are examining. Also, you have an unnatural aura around you that makes people want to be with you. When your happy other people are, you affect with emotion even if you didn't know that." I said chuckling.
I wonder if she'd want to go to the ball with me tomorrow...I'll ask when we've gotten to know each other a little more. I smiled at the thought of us dancing around the ball room, maybe she'd let me help her pick a dress.
Delilah
"Really yellow? I'd think a blue to match my eyes." We walked to the blue section and my eyes caught sight of a gorgeous blue dress. THIS ONE
"Woah, look at this one. It's perfect!" I said as I practically ran to the dressing room to try it on.
I came out and struck a pose, giggling.
"Like it?" I asked him, watching his jaw drop. He quickly shut it and stood up.
"It looks great! Your right blue does bring out your eyes." He said, being polite. A smile crawled across my lips, as I quickly changed back into my regular clothes and found a matching mask for the dress. THIS ONE
"May I ask where you are going?" Leo asked, inquisitively. I hesitated for a moment as we walked out of the store.
"Just dinner with a friend." I said, hoping he wouldn't ask to come.
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Heheheeee anyone like my ball outfit xD
eeeppp! so excited xD
I hope when my prom comes we can do a masquerade (:
I still wasn't over my rage. Lesile had another thing coming if whe thought I would back off. To just sit there and watch her create nightmares? No way! I watched, stunned, as Joshua transformed before my eyes. He had heard everything. Anger bubbled. Of course I wasn't mad at him, but I was upset. Though a little flattered. We talked a little and finally the ball came up again. He wanted to be my escort.
"Escort?" I asked, incredulously. "I'm sure there will be pretty ladies there all wanting a dance from you." He was, after all, incredibly handsome. I couldn't compete with that. I mean I wasn't ugly, but I was far from beautiful. Not like Leslie, no matter how screwed up she was inside.
"That may be so, and if it is true they may ask me to dance if that is what they wish," He chuckled. "But I am only escorting one. Take it or leave it." I couldn't help but smile.
"Sure," I replied. "Though, I'm not sure how pleased Vincent will be to see me." I grinned. "Yes. Could ole Vincent. What a pleasure it shall be." Phillip laughed.
"He can't have any idea it was you," he replied. "I'm sure Leslie was only giving you a warning."
"Possibly," I said. I hoped so. I may pretend to be brave on the outside, but inside, Vincent scared me. Who wouldn't be scared. After all, he is 'the King of Nightmares.'
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
He laughed, "Don't think you can get rid of me that easily, Leslie. You've known me for how long now, eternity? You should know better. Besides," he said, a small smile playing across his face, "Tainted you may be, but under that cruel, cold exterior, I know you've got a heart."
Leslie gave a dry laugh, rolling her eyes as though wondering what she'd done to deserve a conversation like this. "Oh? I do? And where did you get that idea from?"
"I hear King Vincent is taking Lilly to the dance..." he mused, seeming to change the subject for a moment.
"What?!" She shouted turning on him. She froze at the sight of his grin.
"And that's how I know." He laughed, then sighed, "Ah, but how I wish you would open that heart to me, rather than Vincent." He said wistfully, though he did still smile. Apparently, he was joking.
"You're getting dangerously close to our territory right now, Ray. I'd hate to see what Vincent would do if he thought you were sneaking into a nightmare again."
Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but Ray wasn't about to let it get to him, "Well then, perhaps you'd just like to sit and talk for a while." He invited, still smiling, "After all, we've never talked much before, and who knows," He grinned, "Maybe I can make you realise why dreams are better than nightmares."
**Hope I got Leslie right, JC**
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Could someone maybe please bring me in? And Lupus ... going to a ball-type thing? I see another fight with a waiter over catsup and ketchup in the near future ... (Those in character teaparty's ballroom should understand this...)
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
"You know what Ray? I would absolutely love to hear your little argument for why dreams are better than nightmares. But, I was just on my way to go see King Vincent who is by the way not taking Lilly to the ball." I said, rolling my eyes. Who did he think he was?
"Then who is he taking then?" Ray said, still smiling. Part of me wanted to slap it off his face, another wanted to beg on the ground next to Ray's feet, pleading him to say it wasn't true.
"He's taking me." I said, lying through my teeth. No one in Somnium Mundus has ever loved me, making my heart ache even more. What's worse is that the ball is tomorrow. Most people would have a date. And a costume for that matter. At the moment, I had neither.
"Oh, well than I must be mistaken, huh?" Ray said. I couldn't read his face to know if he bought it or not.
"As usual." I said, and stormed off.
As soon as I got to Vincent's courtroom, I said, "Vincent! Its me Leslie."
"Then I shall see you tomorrow, my dear," he made a show of standing up triumphantly before taking her hand and kissing it. "A rose by any other name was smell just as sweet."
"How cliche," she chuckled but her cheeks were red from what he understood.
"I really must go though..." he looked down at his feet. "Somebody is expecting me.. but I really must see you again."
"Yes, tomorrow come find me," she stood up as well. "And we'll go to the castle together for the ball."
"My pleasure," and with that he bowed his head and left towards the castle of night which was what he had always called Vincent's black castle upon a spacious grassy knoll. He did not much like being alone with Vincent but he knew that he was to speak with him. Vincent was, in fact, one of the only people who understood Joshua fully and truthfully for him and Vincent had been friends since the beginning of time.
Only he was one who saw Vincent through his best of times and his worst of times now. Only he could be there for the king of darkness, the king of nightmares through his time of grief even if he did not show it. William and Vincent were brothers in that sense. Light and darkness. Yin and Yang. Without one the other fell apart, so the need of a new king of light was necessary. Someone to take throne in the Castle of day.
He was about to approach the castle when a bustling man in a blue uniform sat grosslegged on a lawnchair staring up at the castle with an almost amused look in his eyes. He was truly a site to see for no one except the tainted dream creators came this close to the castle of night.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.
"Taking mental images," the man chuckled. "What a ghastly building. How wonderful."
"Shouldnt you be doing something? Like creating dreams of some sort?"
"Creating dreams... oh! I seems I forgot in my mental image taking!" He jumped up, then sat back down easily. "Maybe later. For now I really would like to stare at this castle."
Joshua eyed him again, then back towards the castle in which he was heading. "What is your name?"
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**There you go LaReina. You have been entered.
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
It was getting late and I needed to find something to wear to the ball. I blushed. I was never this enthusiactic about these things.
Inside the store I immediatly picked out a black dress. I sighed. I was so predictable. I thought about it and smiled. Why not play up the eyes a little bit? Let's try something new.
I chose a bright orange dress and immediatly put it back. It really clashed with my hair. I sighed and looked around again. My eyes caught one of the dresses. It was beautiful. I tried it on and twilred.( http://media.photobucket.com/image/Eleg ... /116-3.jpg ). I loved it. It had little bits of silver that highlighted my hair. I smiled. Now all I had to do was find a mask.
That was easy. ( http://www.masksofvenice.co.uk/products ... ury_SB.jpg ). It matched my dress and had small holes so it wouldn't suffocate my skin. I streched. I suppose it was time I headed to see Elizabeth. I told her I would meet her later today. I paid for my dress and mask and left the store quickly.
**Here you are Elizabeth. Oh and I changed my dress (:
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Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
When I got to the corridor, I just poofed myself back to my room. I didn't feel like walking.
I sat on my chaste lounge and sipped a martini that had no taste. Humans must not have any taste buds if they think that this is good. I thought, stabbing at the olive with a toothpick.
I started to think about this ball that would be taking place soon. I wasn't sure if I would go or not. Perhaps if Vincent asked me, or someone else, but balls weren't really my thing. They were social. But, on the other hand, it did give me a chance to have a really pretty dress made.
The more I thought about it, I decided that I would go, even if I didn't have anyone to go with. I wanted to do something. I usually spent my time in my room or beside Vincent. Maybe this would be the opportunity for him to really take notice in me. I just tried to give him space, after all that had happened with him and the girl he fell in love with. I knew how he felt. I had been in the same boat once.
I went over to the calling table and called the seamstresses. Immediately they came to my door.
"Thank you for coming ladies." I said, beckoning them to sit down. "As you know, the memorial ball is tomorrow night, and I wanted a gown to wear."
One of the women smiled. "We were hoping that you would call for us, Miss. We already have something made for you."
