Disenchanted. (open)

[eva]

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[mallory]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/t8r9n8.jpg] Given the amount of attention her wide, blue eyes often drew, it would be thought that Mallory would not want to make them stand out more than usual. This was not the case. Turquoise blue literally covered her from head to toe, from the tall feathers of her mask to the flower shaped earrings dangling from her ears to the sundress that probably wasn't formal enough and the flip flops she was only wearing because it would be impolite to show up without shoes. The only thing that wasn't a vibrant shade of blue was the simple cross that hung about her neck, dangling from a double chain and swishing as she walked. The fwap fwap fwap of her flip flops would have been more noticeable had most people not already gathered in the Great Hall. As it was, she was completely alone as she wandered down the halls of Silas, this time accompanied by only one object. The old stuffed dog, affectionately called Roosevelt, was floating along at her heels of its own accord, trailing after her much like a real dog. Every so often she would make a comment towards him, speaking aloud her thoughts and wonders at what exactly the ball would be like. Mallory had never been to a masquerade ball before. In fact, she'd never actually been to a school dance. She didn't know what to expect nor what was expected of her. From listening to the excited chatter of others over the last several weeks she had learned that it was some sort of formal and that everyone was supposed to wear a mask. Other than that, she wasn't even sure if she would know anyone at the party (or even if she'd recognize people). She still had yet to meet many other students, often times so engrossed with her inanimate objects that she never stopped to chat with someone real. Adjusting to a more normal life was difficult. Judging by the student body gathered in the hall, however, she hadn't done too poorly a job of preparing herself for the masque. As she entered, the blond haired, blue eyed oddity stared in awe, turning in several circles as she walked about to try and take in as much visual detail as possible. The decor was absolutely radiant, and the number of people bedecked in fancy suits and dresses and masks had left her in awe. She skirted about the dance floor, still turning every so often as she walked. It almost looked like she was dancing by herself given the light youthfulness of her childlike movements. In truth Mallory simply did not want to miss a thing and the only way to guarantee that was to make sure she looked in every direction. It was just a pity that turning too frequently was starting to make her dizzy. By the time she'd made it over to the snack table she realized it would probably be a good idea to stop moving for a while. So she curiously leaned against one end of the table, Roosevelt floating upwards to happily rest within her hands. With wide blue eyes she stared curiously out at everything around her from behind her mask, hoping the room would stop spinning sooner rather than later. As she looked to her right, though, she thought she might have spotted someone she recognized. It was hard to tell with a covered face, but the tanned skin and dark hair were not completely foreign to her. Deciding to be better safe than sorry and make sure she did know this girl before speaking, Mallory instead turned to her toy, the question she asked loud enough to be heard by anyone near by. "What do you think, Roosevelt? Have we met her before?"

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