Sasha prefers to open (carry) wrote in repose, @ 2017-02-05 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, daniel webster, sasha james |
Quicklog: Sasha & Daniel - Masquerade
[The woman that sashayed through the ballroom was all the saucy glitz and glamour of a 1930's Hollywood starlet. In a world of creatures that embraced darkness and shadow, Helen Hughes had a love affair with the spotlight. She craved attention and adoration the way most people needed oxygen, a social butterfly that relied on pulling strings of admirers to maintain power and status. The ballroom was a sea of people swathed in shades of black, but she preferred the draw of eye that the brilliant white gown she wore brought. The rumors of heartlessness and inhumanity that were whispered in her wake had to be exaggerations. No one with a smile that bright could be so cruel, even among monsters that fed on human blood to survive.
The clan meeting did not go well. One of the neonates had done something stupid and brought down quite a few tentative alliances. Everyone was all up in arms, but no one was doing a thing about it. Useless posturing. Which is precisely what their clan was known for. That and their sharp tongues against those that deigned to ignore basic fashion sense. Like that group of flea-ridden were-dogs who had taken over one corner and was stinking up the room with their presence. What self-respecting vampire would let themselves be seen with those inelegant beasts? Ugh.
Of course, beneath all of that Helen Hughes facade, she was still Sasha and Sasha didn't want to be bothered with the political alliance nonsense upstairs. It was all talk and no action. She wanted to get away from everything wrong with her life, if only for the night, and the Masquerade was a fun way for her to do so. It was a con with no consequences, testing long term plans and observing how people would react to certain strings being pulled. An exercise in manipulation and a crash course in adopting another identity. She also got to pretend to be a spooky vampire, and wasn't that the biggest joke yet?
The rumors of actual vampires attending the LARP? Laughable. A couple of storytellers that wanted to make the game seem more exciting than it was. A real vampire wouldn't bother with this group of nerds, even if they were all pretty easy pickings.
Speaking of easy pickings, Helen flitted through the crowd using her candy-apple red smile towards those awkward stragglers on the outskirts of the ballroom with determined intent on charming their fealty out of them.]