Post by Calista Leila Rosa on Oct 29, 2012 18:46:14 GMT -5
The sweet sound of ballroom music drifted out of the school's auditorium, courtesy to the school's music department. The double doors leading to the courtyard had been opened to allow in the night time air. Calista stood just outside one of them, watching in silence as students wandered in. Students traded in uniforms for suits and dresses, masks adorned their faces as they walked in on their dates arms. Tonight was Halloween and the night of the masquerade ball. It was a night everyone could pretend to be something they weren't. For Calista, that was an everyday occurrence.
She found it funny how everyone seemed to brush off what had happened not too long ago. It hadn't even been a full two weeks since what had occurred at this school. Calista's glossed lips fell into a faint grimace at the memory. Kazuma The name was disgusting to her , but, most of all, she was disgusted with herself. The memories of those days had flooded her mind. She had actually only recently been released from the school infimary, not only for her physical injuries , but the entire ordeal had left her with quite a few mental injuries as well. She had been frantic when she had finally gained consciousness. Tears constantly steamed from her eyes as she thought about what she had done. Not every student had made it out alive and she was also responsible for it. Innocent civilians had lost their lives at her hands. Now, violence had never been a problem for her , but then, she had a cause. She hurt and kidnapped others for no apparent reason, except to feed her own insanity. She had also gotten her dear Seth involved. She dragged him into the mess and after he had been made Prefect Leader, thus making him a number one enemy for the Battle Front. She hadn't even seen her brother for days, refusing to even look, let alone speak to him since it happened. Every time he entered her mind, the fading memory of her own twisted desires and her guilt crept into her and continually haunted her every waking moment. She had been offered leaves of absences, from the prefects, the battle front, and the school also offered her counseling. She had refused all of them. She needed a sense of normality again.
Calista had come here tonight for that reason. She had come to pretend. To pretend everything was fine, that she was fine, that she didn't feel like some hollow shell. To do the thing she loved most, to dance. She had been so sure of going, that she needed this and now here she stood, dateless, in a beautiful black dress, wondering if she should go in or return to the dorms for a night alone with chocolate ice cream, junk food, and movies. With a small nod, she summoned all the willpower in her body and walked through the doorway, the dress revealing her silky smooth legs with each step. She had already spent an hour with a curling iron to get that perfect wave into her hair, she might as well not let it go to waste.
She had to admit, the school had done well. They had practically transformed the school's immense auditorium into a ballroom. Tables with white cloths and matching chairs were scattered around the perimeter. Each table was decorated with beautiful floral arrangements, surrounded by flickering candles. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings and students stood about the room. They were dancing, talking by the refreshment table, and just enjoying life.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her silver mask. What had she gotten herself into?
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(so here it is, have fun! Cali's outfit is here. Tag: open!)