Vampire Bites
Jan 21, 2015 4:33:27 GMT -6
Post by Feathers on Jan 21, 2015 4:33:27 GMT -6
Avi, i haz started. REPLY! =P
A classical waltz music dance in the air of Paris, the city of Love. The sound of the lovely music seem to be coming from a big grand majestic hall. masquerade ball fill with people of all stature. It wasn't hard to guess from the look of their expensive branded tux's and gown's. Design by designer one would find hard to pronounce. Along with expensive jewelry and mask wore by them. But a familiar face can be spotted within the high class society. A lovely gal with emerald color eyes and light brown hair. Wearing a sleeveless turtleneck in pale green turquoise ball gown. Decorated with purple and pink flowers on the side of her dress. Complete with a accessorize with silver sapphire necklace in a shape of a flower. With a silver hair pin, keeping her long light brown hair into a neat half up hair bun do. Wearing a silver half mask on her face.
The beautiful brunette stood alone next to the punch fountain. Looking left and right. She pulled down her silver mask down to her mouth, where she lets out a big yawn.Talk about elegant. Good thing nobody see it or heard it. This suppose to be elegant beauty name is Kimber Lee Fowl. The granddaughter of the tycoon millionaire businessman, Authur Lee. But we all know her better as her alter ego, Silverwing. Therookie mistress of magic and silver manipulation. A newcomer and member of the superhero team, Teen Titans. She desperately wish for some evil villain to crash the party before she fall asleep standing.
The brunette hated to attend bourgeoisie social event. A room full of snobbish people. People who have nothing better to do then to boast about who has the bigger yacht or money in their bank account. A healthy conversation kicked for sure. One of the many reason the brunette rarely make a public appearance compare to other trust fund babies. Bored. She exit the ball room to the balcony and inhale the fresh air. Relief to find the balcony vacated. With nobody around beside beside herself. Kicking off her pinching high heels shoes. She turns to admire the Paris night sky. Entertain by the lovely stars and moon in the sky.
"I wish you were, John Dean" She lay her head on her arm. Missing all her love ones and friends who were back home at Jump City.
A classical waltz music dance in the air of Paris, the city of Love. The sound of the lovely music seem to be coming from a big grand majestic hall. masquerade ball fill with people of all stature. It wasn't hard to guess from the look of their expensive branded tux's and gown's. Design by designer one would find hard to pronounce. Along with expensive jewelry and mask wore by them. But a familiar face can be spotted within the high class society. A lovely gal with emerald color eyes and light brown hair. Wearing a sleeveless turtleneck in pale green turquoise ball gown. Decorated with purple and pink flowers on the side of her dress. Complete with a accessorize with silver sapphire necklace in a shape of a flower. With a silver hair pin, keeping her long light brown hair into a neat half up hair bun do. Wearing a silver half mask on her face.
The beautiful brunette stood alone next to the punch fountain. Looking left and right. She pulled down her silver mask down to her mouth, where she lets out a big yawn.Talk about elegant. Good thing nobody see it or heard it. This suppose to be elegant beauty name is Kimber Lee Fowl. The granddaughter of the tycoon millionaire businessman, Authur Lee. But we all know her better as her alter ego, Silverwing. The
The brunette hated to attend bourgeoisie social event. A room full of snobbish people. People who have nothing better to do then to boast about who has the bigger yacht or money in their bank account. A healthy conversation kicked for sure. One of the many reason the brunette rarely make a public appearance compare to other trust fund babies. Bored. She exit the ball room to the balcony and inhale the fresh air. Relief to find the balcony vacated. With nobody around beside beside herself. Kicking off her pinching high heels shoes. She turns to admire the Paris night sky. Entertain by the lovely stars and moon in the sky.
"I wish you were, John Dean" She lay her head on her arm. Missing all her love ones and friends who were back home at Jump City.
