WELCOME TO PANTHEON ACADEMY
MASQUERADE BALL

The prom is on. Within a week, students were given a chance to look for their dresses and suits at the downtown. Yes, this is not a normal prom which is only for the seniors. In this occassion, all students and even staff members of Pantheon are invited. The auditorium was already decorated with many sparkling things, including the newly decorated chandelier that was purchased special for this occassion. It was dominated with the colors gold and red, with some Victorian-style touch. A huge velvet carpet spread across the room, but providing a medium space in the middle of the room as a dance floor. Buffets with various food ranging from pasta to pizza were set in one side of the room.

At one side of the room, there was a medium stage complete with the drumset and next to it was the DJ's place as the upbeat music filled the auditorium. Not only upbeat music but sometimes it gets pretty slow and mellow, only to give couples a chance to have a romantic dance. The room was a bit dim with some colorful lights filling the place and there were doors along the side of the auditorium, leading to the balcony, just in case you want to take break and have a bit chit-chat in a quiet place.

Basically, this place is for you to have fun after the term was over.

NOTES

1. This party takes place in the auditorium and starts at 8.00 pm - 1.00 am.

2. All students and staff are invited.

3. Masks are required. In your first post, please also give the link to your character's mask (you can google and grab the picture, link it to your post) and also your character's costume.

4. This thread is the main thread of the prom. Feel free to join this, but you can also start a new thread to start a conversation set during the prom in this board. Non-prom threads found in this board will be deleted.

5. Short posts are accepted only during this occassion (2 short paragraphs minimum)

6. Have fun!

Mask
Dress

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Terra had never been so nervous in her life, at least not until tonight. The sparkling chandelier, the crowds donning elegant suits and dresses, the upbeat music filling the space, all of these things only would make the senior girl's stomach hurl. At least she had prepared enough for this kind of occassion. She bought this nice dark green dress with floral patterns and mask two weeks ago. For Terra, she was lucky enough to get the dress just like she wanted it to be: earthy color and with some floral patterns. And even if she was lucky that day, she got a matching green mask to complete. Apparently one of her friends (who considered her much not as a fashionista) lent her a pair of dark green heels. Terra had never worn heels in her life, well, at least not as this high. It was as if it was six inches. When Terra walked into the huge hall that evening, she began to feel the heels underneath her feet started to ache. However, this would be a big night for her that everything must go smoothly. She didn't want anyone to see her falling because she slipped or did anything ridiculous.

What made her even more nervous was because she considered herself pretty short, not as taller as students gathering the room. Even some freshmen looked much taller than her. She was just one petite girl in the room. But wait a minute, she didn't need to be that nervous. After all, she was quite popular, not as an 'it' girl but at least she had been most-known with her tutoring ability. Everyone knew her as 'that school motherly figure'. Terra bit her lips as she was entering the room, filled with students chatting to each other. Some just stood still, twisting their heads as if they were looking for someone. So far, Terra hadn't seen someone she recognized just yet. Although some freshmen already waved at her. Terra waved back, only to find that she forgot the freshmen's names. But she was certain they knew her because she had been their tutor once.

I'm not ready, just yet, she thought, this time, she decided to play with her curly hair. Nervously, she returned to the entrance of the auditorium, maybe waiting for some of her close friends to arrive. Apparently there was another girl standing in the hall, clicking the phone's keys. "You don't feel like going in?" Terra greeted her, without having any idea who the blonde girl really was.

Prom was the time when everyone dressed in their most extravagant finery and tried their hardest to impress other people. Prom was a time where everyone's deepest desires were on display. It was a time of lies, and whispers, and sweet nothings. All of which were things Sia was expert at.

She had spent the entire day getting ready. Her room was a mess of organized chaos. She had awaken early, and started with her hair, and a make-up. Yes, as surprising at it was, Ambrosia had done her own hair and make-up. She hadn't trusted anyone else with her the details of what she wanted for her Senior prom. This was the last one she was going to have on her own. Her last prom. Her last masquerade. Her last....absolute last. Well, she was going to have a fun little night, and she was going to party. She had spent the entire day, from waking moment to this very second getting ready for this.

Her hair was placed in a very elegant up-do for the occasion. Strands of hair were falling out everywhere, giving it the sexy mussed look. The strands that were falling were curled, and made her look angelic. Her make-up was light. Simple golden eye-shadow, thin eye-liner, and a light blush. Her lips shone with a light lip-gloss. Her mask covered her eyes, for the most part anyway.

Her gown was ornate beading, obviously done by hand, was what first caught her eye. It was strapless, with a beautiful neckline, and it appeared that the dress was made to hug the body until it reach the knees, where those beautifully gathered pick-ups were. The skirt it's self trailed out, stopping (in the front) as soon as it touch the ground, but the back of the skirt was train. Absolutely beautiful train, too. It made her look beyond beautiful. For any who hadn't seen her buy it, it would be hard to recognize her.

She had slipped on some simple champagne colored shoes. And then, she had stepped out of her dorm, after her dorm-mates had left, and found herself on her way to the auditorium. Tonight was about passion. About fun. About him. If Sia could even find him, that was....She hoped to god that she could. If not, well, she'd still have fun. Just not the kind of fun she had hoped.

As she made her way through the doors to the auditorium, she smiled to herself, and looked around at all the people in masks and gowns, and tuxedos. The richness of it all made her head spin and swirl. It was a gorgeous and the music playing was soft, and sweet. Sia felt right at home already. If only she could find someone to speak with, or to dance with, in the mean time.

outfit ;; hair

Time. It was something that always seemed to be against Raina. She was almost always late for everything, not that she minded too much of course; she loved making an entrance. Being fashionably late to an event was the done thing, as it forced all eyes to turn to her, which was of course, what she wanted. She loved being the center of attention and having everyone turn to look at her as she walked in a room. However, she never tried to be late, she just couldn’t help it. This was why Raina started getting ready for the Masquerade Prom almost three hours before any of her room mates. Being superficial and vain had its drawbacks, and one of them was that she took a lot longer to get ready for events like this, than anyone else. She had to look her best, of course. There was no way that she would turn up at the Prom looking halfway decent, no, Raina had to look her absolute best; even if they would be wearing masks all night.

The thing was, that Raina knew that even with the mask, people would recognise her. No-one else had her bright blue eyes, combined with dark hair and extremely good fashion sense, so she had to look perfect, as usual. She started getting ready with a nice long shower, followed by a trip to the nail salon for a mani-pedi (even though her gown was so long that it would cover her feet). Her next stop was the hairdressers, so that they could tease her hair into a soft, elegant up-do, before she arrived back at her dorm to sort out her make-up. Since her dress was of a champagne colour and all her accessories were gold, she was going to keep her make-up light; a shimmer of gold on her eyelids; a sweep of bronzer on her cheekbones and some nude coloured lipstick, with a hint of gold. She played up her eyes a little more, even though they would be hard to see through the eyelets of the mask, by adding a flick of liquid liner and lashings of mascara.

Once her make-up was finally perfect in her opinion, she added the silk flower pin to her hair, and walked over to her wardrobe, where her new dress was hanging up. Now this was no ordinary dress. Raina didn’t want some plain, run of the mill dress, bought from the shopping center down the road – or even from Seattle, which was a little better – she wanted something expensive, designer and stunning; something which would make all heads turn and stare. She found “the perfect dress” about a week ago. It was a gorgeous Vivienne Westwood gown, purchased from net-a-porter (thank God for online shopping!) and probably cost more than everyone else’s combined. It was so expensive, that it even caused concern for her father, who rang her up the following day and told her that the credit card company had just called and asked whether his daughter’s credit card had been stolen. When she told him that no, it was indeed her that had just spent over $9000 on a dress, he went silent for a long time and she had to ask him three times if he was still there before he answered. She told him that it was for her prom and that she was so excited and that the dress she bought was perfect, albeit a little expensive.

After some gentle persuasion, her father finally relented and told her that she could keep the dress, but she could expect her birthday present to be a lot less expensive than it usually was. She was slightly disappointed at this, but knew that she would be able to get round him somehow; she always had been able to. Stepping into her dress, Raina felt like the Goddess she was as she twirled and spun in front of the full length mirror, admiring how stunning it looked on her. Glancing at the bedside clock, she realised that she was running late, regardless of her head-start on getting ready, so she quickly added her gold jewellery and shoes and attached her mask, before sorting out what she needed to take in her little beaded bag. Then with a spritz of perfume and a final appraising look in the mirror, she deemed herself perfect and walked smugly from the room. Raina didn’t have a date, but that didn’t really matter as she would certainly find someone there, especially the way she looked tonight. As she stepped into the auditorium, she could see many people were already there and she scanned the room, looking at all the dresses with admiration or distaste, depending on the style. She would have to make sure to find out who was wearing the best dresses and who the worst, so she could add a best and worst dressed list to her next blog.