Post by alecto on Jan 17, 2008 20:46:15 GMT -5
White hot that is
Normally, Alecto could care less about a ball or social function. She had been forced to attend such dreaded things before. It was a living hell and she hated it more than anything. Of course, during her parents lovely little get-togethers, she had been threatened into being feminine and wearing cute pink dresses. Then she had been forced to dance with potential suitors and charm them. Alecto's version of charming people was saying something completely inappropriate. This lasted until she was sixteen. Now that she was of age she didn't have to go to such things. This was different though, she could dress how she wanted and she didn't NEED to dance with anyone. She was going to this damned ball just because she wanted to.
Alecto examined herself in the mirror in the girls dormitory. Her dress was not as elegant as mos of the girls. It was black with a pink lining and it was scrunched up at the bottom. It was meant to fit her curves, but as she had a lackage of those, it hung loosely at her knees. Her hair wasn't princess-like either. Just straight. Nothing to fancy. And she didn't need to be because no one was forcing her to dress up. Some of her dorm mates had offered her one of their dresses and offered to do her make up nicely, Alecto just hexed them. Oh, make up. Well, it didn't differ from any other day. There was no point to this. All there would be were girls who expected to find the guy of their dreams and guys who just wanted to get laid. It always had been like that, enough to infuriate Alecto. Then again, that is what a ball was so she couldn't say anything.
Tap, tap, tap. She wasn't used to wearing heels and did love the two inches they gave her height. A purse was lightly hanging from her shoulder with a bottle of firewhiskey in it. Maybe she could put it in the punch or take some for herself later on. She wasn't early for the ball, she wasn't late either. Just..on time...kind of. People were already dancing and a pretty catchy song was playing. Maybe she could just hang out in the shadows. No one would notice her then. With a sigh, she took a seat at a table and wondered how long she would have to wait before spiking the punch.
Alecto examined herself in the mirror in the girls dormitory. Her dress was not as elegant as mos of the girls. It was black with a pink lining and it was scrunched up at the bottom. It was meant to fit her curves, but as she had a lackage of those, it hung loosely at her knees. Her hair wasn't princess-like either. Just straight. Nothing to fancy. And she didn't need to be because no one was forcing her to dress up. Some of her dorm mates had offered her one of their dresses and offered to do her make up nicely, Alecto just hexed them. Oh, make up. Well, it didn't differ from any other day. There was no point to this. All there would be were girls who expected to find the guy of their dreams and guys who just wanted to get laid. It always had been like that, enough to infuriate Alecto. Then again, that is what a ball was so she couldn't say anything.
Tap, tap, tap. She wasn't used to wearing heels and did love the two inches they gave her height. A purse was lightly hanging from her shoulder with a bottle of firewhiskey in it. Maybe she could put it in the punch or take some for herself later on. She wasn't early for the ball, she wasn't late either. Just..on time...kind of. People were already dancing and a pretty catchy song was playing. Maybe she could just hang out in the shadows. No one would notice her then. With a sigh, she took a seat at a table and wondered how long she would have to wait before spiking the punch.