Nervous partier( Quinn/Open)

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Walking into the gymnasium Ken sighed some feeling a little nervous. This was his first ever school dance. He never went to any of the ones at his other schools because he was busy helping his father, or training. No not training like to be a boxer or a ball player. Ken trained to be a swimmer. He won a medal once too. Even today he helps his dad via phone, or email, but now he has a little bit more free time. Walking to the punch bowl as soon as he got there he poured himself a glass, and then walked over to the bleachers.

Sitting down he took a sip. A masquerade how incredible. It is interesting to think that Long ago, in the 15th century, a masquerade function was known as a carnival, and this kind of event or celebration took place at weddings and social affairs within medieval societies. The costume extravaganza consisted of parades and pageants for the elite of the medieval era, including the participation of members of the medieval court, who also dressed up in disguise as they partied.


A festivity that back in the day was to celebrate things for royalty is now so popular that even a boy like Ken could come. Ken is kind of like Royalty he is a heir to a billion dollar company, but thanks to his late mother he never really cared about money, or rich things he much more prefered to swim, and compete with his team. Ken didn't know anyone around, and decided he just came to see what it was like. 

Ken wasn't masquerading correctly. You are supposed to dance, but Ken was afraid. He wasn't a great dancer. Hell he was actually a terrible dancer. To left feet as the saying goes. Lucky for him he was sure there were others doing the same thing.

" Wow it is so interesting to see all the people dancing... This mask is making my nose itch a little though." Pulls his mask up to scratch before adjusting it back.

Ken was a little nervous he was afraid he overdressed, afraid he took it overboard because his father mailed him a masquerade outfit.  Ken smiled. No matter how overdressed he is, Ken was happy. The outfit was a nice present from the father he so missed. The outfit, and mask he had were both hand me downs from his pop. His dad was actually a very big partier back in the day, and masquerades were his favorite. 

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[Vincent Fairchild]

Quin had considered their options for quite some time. There were two costumes sitting on the bed. Luckily at this time there was no pesky roommate to make this more difficult.  Both of them were the same, really, except for minor differences. The difference being that one was meant for a male, and the other for a female. A social outing was probably the best time to make friends as the latter...but at the same time it was going to be difficult to have to keep meeting people twice. It was more tedious than difficult, because sorting out which was which was not hard. It was just the actual practice. A heavy sigh, followed by a cover of the eyes. How tedious. 

Quin decided that it was best to be more comfortable. So she grabbed the one on the left, and changed as quickly as she could manage. She pulled the green shirt over her body, followed by the green leggings. Then before she had the chance to look at herself in the mirror, and feel uncomfortable with the strangeness of having the same colour right over itself, she pulled long red tunic over her body. Now she looked, and she was so pleased that it fit her so well. And per usual was impressed at the way she could hide certain features. Her green gloves slid on like they were meant to fit her, which of course they very well should be, considering the fact that she had picked them herself. Her small hands would usually make her feel insecure, but recently she realized that they might be one of her better features. Now she strapped the yellow belt around her waist, and pulled the boots up over the leggings...and with a deep sigh set the hair band back on the bed. No need for that,  consider... 

Finally she stood in front of the mirror and put on the final touch, the mask. They were specifically told to wear them, and of course this particular costume wouldn't be complete without it anyway. This was the first costume party that she could go to, and actually feel comfortable this way. With her parents? She couldn't do it. At boarding school? Of course not...She had a roommate there...Now was her chance to have a good time, as opposed to simply sitting back and analyzing everyone else doing so.  Looking down at the R insignia on the side of her shirt, she thought to herself: Here we go!

She made her way into the gymnasium, smiling as she saw all of the decorations and people dancing. Taking a deep breath she made her way to the punch bowl, and poured herself a glass. Was it spiked? She held it close to her nose and inhaled. There was no scent. That doesn't mean anything...She turned the cup a few times in her hand, and tried to see if there was residue at the bottom. There was none. Then finally she put her finger inside and tasted a bit. Nothing, but still... She looked around quickly to see if there was someone else holding a glass, and immediately picked up on a few people with just the quick glance. The perks of having the powers she did...but only one was alone. With a deep breath she walked over to the bleachers, and stood in front of the young man there. 

"Excuse me...Would you mind...If I looked at your eyes for a moment?" 


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Ken rocked back and forth to the nice classical music that was playing for people to dance. Ken didn't listen to music as much as a lot of other people did, but he did enjoy all types. Classical music always had this charm to it that he couldn't understand. Ken enjoyed the punch too. When he first poured it he was afraid it would either be spiked, or that it would be watered down to the extreme. Luckily neither was correct. All the beautiful people around dancing in their dresses, and tuxedos what a sight. Ken shifted himself on the bleacher before a person stepped in front of him.  The person who looks very much like a female was cute in her little Robin dress. Ken tilted his head some, but then looked up into Quin's eyes. Ken's Emerald green eyes sparkling as the light reflected off them.

"What an odd request." Chuckles some. " Sure though." 

Ken didn't know this strange person, but He didn't feel threatened. If he had felt threatened he would probably still stare into the strangers eyes, but his droopy eyes that seem relaxed now wouldn't be the same. His posture shifted when the person was close. Before he was slouched over hoping people would leave him alone, but now that someone is talking to him, he shifted into a proper posture. His frame seemed quite larger now. Whilst he was slouching he hoped no one would remember that he stands at 6'1". Ken gets a lot of questions on whether he plays basketball or football. They don't bother him, but it makes him feel a little weird when he tells them he is a swimmer. Whenever you think of swimmer you think of Ryan Lochte, and Michael Phelps. No one remembers that both of them are over six feet.

Ken shook it off, and looked up at the stranger. He wondered what the person wanted to see his eyes for, but hey if this is how he is gonna make friends he is down. "Did you just get to the dance too?"  Ken chuckled some as he realized he came a little late himself all because he was nervous of so many new people. Thinking about it now it seems a little dumb.