Post by MINORU ROWE on Dec 15, 2011 23:36:47 GMT -6
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][STYLE=border: #000000 solid 2px; padding: 3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 5px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 50px; margin-left: 280px; height: 100px; margin-top: 2px;]Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -17px;]Tremble Little Lion Man[/style][STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; color: #000000;]Normally, Minoru would have leaped at the chance to don a mask and suit and party hearty until he passed out, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. Still, it was no reason to not be fashionable. Minoru gave his reflection one more examination in the safety of his apartment. He pulled a little at his collared shirt worn underneath a crisp white suit, and then straightened the matte silver necktie at his throat. He ran a hand through his straight hair, now dyed a dark copper. His neat appearance contrasted with the disaster of his tiny apartment in the background but he paid it no mind. Satisfied, Minoru tucked a pen and notepad into a pocket on the inside of his coat and grabbed his mask on his way out. The mask itself was simple and white to match his outfit, decorated with only a thin silver braided cord around the edges. He pressed it to his face, the elastic snapping into place around his head. It was a little uncomfortable and limited his vision slightly but, in the invitation, it said a mask was a requirement. It was a masquerade, after all. Still, it wasn't an ideal outfit to work in; he preferred to work comfortably. He sighed as he caught a taxi to get to the hotel, wondering how long he'd last taking journalist notes at the masquerade. Perhaps, he'd pick up a glass of wine first to help him get through it all, though he risked getting carried away and pushing away his duties. He had to try to be a serious journalist. Serious! Besides that, the masquerade itself reeked of suspicion. As the taxi pulled up to the hotel and Minoru got a good look at the place, the vague sense of foreboding only got stronger. The place was decorated in style - he'd need to get the name and number of the decorator - and matched the festive atmosphere with greens, reds, and golds. Tables were laid out with perfectly polished silverware and beautiful centerpieces. People milled about, dressed spectacularly with, of course, masks varying from fabulously feathered to simpler styles like his own. Obviously, whoever was hosting this party had money and lots of it. Yet, no one was taking credit for it. There didn't even seem to be any obnoxious "Brought to you by..."-type business advertisements. So, where exactly was it all coming from? Minoru's boss wanted to know back at the newspaper headquarters, but Minoru himself was very, very curious as well. He'd have to do some poking around to get some answers, but he suspected it wouldn't be easy. Not in the slightest. To make matters worse, everyone including the staff was wearing masks, making it difficult to even know who to approach. He wondered briefly whether Addison was around. Certainly it would make things easier if he had a partner, but perhaps it would be better to move quickly while alone. Regardless, he'd have to make the best of the situation for now. His eyes, never still, spotted a door tucked away in a corner. No one seemed to around it. A back door? A door to the kitchens? Or maybe it would lead somewhere...interesting. 'Well, might as well start somewhere,' he thought, resigning himself to a long night. Now determined with a clear goal in mind, Minoru pushed his way past a group of young women, smiling and winking as he went (his reward being a few giggles and furtive grins). He glanced around, wondering if anyone in particular was watching him. Damn mask, it was hard to tell with his vision being partially obscured. Besides, there were so many people, anyone could be looking at him either on purpose or not. Deciding to play it safe, he leaned against the wall beside the door. No one said anything, no one approached him or looked at him strangely. Glancing around once more and feeling it was now or never, he slipped his hand over the handle and pushed.[/style] [STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; color: #000000; margin-top: -2px;]made by zingara of BTN[/style] |