you can dance, you can jive [sophie, plus two]

[JASON MEGALOS]

Well, this was certainly interesting. Never in his life had Jason Megalos expected himself to be attending a masquerade ball, and yet here he was. The invitation had arrived in the mail, and Jason had almost expected there to be someone jumping out from behind a wall when he opened the envelope, shouting that he'd been pranked and it was all a joke. But no, that hadn't happened. Yet.

So, there Jason was, dressed to the nines in the tuxedo he hadn't worn in ages. Not since his cousin LeeAnn's wedding last summer. Thankfully, it still fit like a glove, and he hadn't had to get it altered in any way. Which saved money, which was good for a college student. Sure, Jason couldn't call himself a 'starving college student', because he wasn't necessarily starving. (Though he was hungry a lot of the time.) But it wasn't like money was always at his fingertips.

Though, he'd still had to buy a mask. His mask was simple: black, with some golden trimming around the edges. Nothing too fancy. Fancy masks were for the girls, who would go all out with their appearances. It was like a second prom or something, in Jason's eyes. He hadn't really enjoyed his own prom, and therefore wasn't expecting to enjoy the ball very much.

But this wasn't prom. No, he was older, he had come stag, and he was ready to meet new people. This invitation had been extended to several people throughout the city, so there was no way of knowing who exactly he was going to meet up with. It was enticing, actually. The thought of not knowing who he was going to stumble into. There was definitely going to be some madness, he could already guess that. Everyone in a mask, and you didn't know who was who? Oh, yes. There would be madness.

But it was still going to be fun.

Lost in his thoughts, Jason almost didn't see the individuals who sat at the table he was occupying. The night was still young, and not all the guests had seemed to arrive yet. "Oh, hello," he greeted with a friendly tone, smiling at the two figures who had come to take a seat with him. "You wouldn't happen to know if seating was arranged, would you? I'd hate to accidentally steal someone's chair...."

notes: hai there.
word count: four-hundred-sixty-eight.
tags: jason. and others.
outfit: dashing, isn't he?

[SOPHIE MILLER]

Sophie was excited. So excited that she felt like she was going to throw up.

She didn't get to dress up often except when her mother decided to try out some of her designs on her to see how they looked, which she admittedly loved, and for prom, which she totally had tons of fun at. While she didn't exactly have a date, she got to dance with all of her friends, and that was fun. She liked dancing even though she had two right feet. Yeah, she was still saying two right feet. No big deal.

When she got the invitation to the masquerade, she literally jumped around for about an hour before calling her mother and asking if she could borrow ten dollars. Oh, this was going to be so EPIC! She already had what she was going to wear planned out before going to the mall and getting her dress and mask and shoes. All butterly themed, which wasn't surprising, considering Sophie loved butterflies and everyone knew it. What was a bit more surprising was the fact that it was all gray. Sophie loved color, but the gray looked prettier and fancier, and Sophie was going to be fancy!

Masquerades had always been an awesome concept to her. Like, not knowing who people were and things like that. She loved guessing things and asking questions, and mysteries. So they seemed perfect for her, right? Totally. She had always wanted to go to one and now she was able to and YAAAAAAAAY!

Needless to say, Sophie was pretty hyper while she got ready. She could barely put on makeup because she was shaking and jumpy and just... happy! But eventually she looked awesome and was on her way to the ball.

So about throwing up. Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she walked in, gasping at all the pretty things. Which she thought was pefect, considering she still believed that when you "had butterflies", legit butterflies flew around in your belly and tickled. So she was all butterflies inside and out.

Now, to sit down.

Sophie wasn't used to heels, so even though these were small ones, she still had to get used to walking in them before she could dance in them. Or she could just wing it. Which, this was Sophie, so she was just going to wing it and dance once more people showed up. Because there were maybe like ten people here, and that wasn't fun.

She scanned the tables for someone to talk to, and saw someone sitting alone. PERFECT. She fluttered (haha) over to the table and sat down, staring at the guy, probably a bit uncomfortably. She listened intently to his voice and came up with... nothing. The music was messing with her guessing skills! Well, she should probably answer his question, then. "I don't think so. But I mean, they shouldn't, right? Because then everyone would argue about chairs because no one would know who's chair is who's because there isn't a map." Map, guide, it was all the same to her. "Do I know you?" she asked, something she hardly ever did, but it would be a clue. Wait- would it be too much of a clue?! "I mean, don't tell me who you are! I want to guess." She smiled, hoping he would let her guess.

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notes; i can't get over how wonderful this template turned out sjfsdjk tagged; jason/cici, open outfit; aww she has butterflies credit; template by HEDGIE lyrics by EVANESCENCE.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo liked dressing up.

Ever since she’d been a little girl, Cleo had loved dressing up. She’d dig through her mother’s closet, trying on dresses and heels, and crying when she hurt her ankles because the shoes were too big. For someone like Cleo, you’d be surprised at how long it took her to finally adjust to walking in heels. She stills prefers pretty ballet flats and sneakers (she likes wearing socks). Heels were for special occasions: dates (if she went on any), dances (too old for that nonsense), and masquerades (which were perfect). Cleo had never been to a masquerade. She almost thought it was a silly idea. She was Cleo Everett, for heaven’s sake. It would hardly matter if she wore a mask; her hair was sure to give her away.

Cleo had half a mind to put on a wig. She would have found it absolutely hilarious. It would have been fun to try if Cleo ever did anything different with her hair: dying, highlighting, and even wigs were a big no-no. Cleo was proud of her hair and even if it meant having people know who she was at a masquerade, oh well. Cleo had spent all day getting ready at her mom’s house. Of course, Josie was incredibly excited and would have gone herself if she’d received an invitation. Cleo thought the inviting process had been random – she knew some people at Barrie who’d been invited and some who hadn’t. Her mother did her hair and makeup and she helped pick out accessories. Cleo had found the dress all on her own and she was quite happy with her choice.

Her hair was staying together well enough; Cleo hardly ever tried doing much with it and so she expected it to fall apart at anytime. The curls hadn’t gone anywhere just yet, though. Cleo easily assumed she’d be going with Jacob to the masquerade but her complete and utter lack of patience had her here right on time (if not a bit early). She was beyond excited to see everybody dressed up and hidden behind their masks. Hers only obscured the upper half of her face; it stayed on without her having to hold it (that would have been annoying) and the strap disappeared somewhere in her hair. It was almost as if it were staying on by magic (if only). For awhile, she wandered around, awestruck by the beautifully decorated room.

Eventually, the heels got to her and she decided sitting for a moment wouldn’t hurt (it would surely hurt a lot less than her feet were now). Finding a mostly empty table, Cleo went to join the two sitting there. For some reason, she just didn’t feel like trying to make herself noticeable at a table full of others, with their masks and pretty outfits. Settling into the chair right next to the man who had been there first, she shot him a wide smile before glancing to the girl who had been there second. It seemed Cleo had arrived at the very end of a comment. “You both look lovely.

” She said before adding with a nod to the girl, “I like the theme you’ve got going there.[/color]”

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[JASON MEGALOS]

Two girls had joined him. Already based on their voices and outfits -- well, one of the outfits -- Jason could tell immediately who the two newcomers were. The other was distinguished by her hair, but then again, it was sort of hard not to distinguish her by her hair. When it was such a vibrant red, and natural at that, you really stood out.

As it was, Jason was laughing inwardly at the idea of the girl clad in gray and butterflies guessing who everyone was. It was a fun game to play, actually, if you thought long and hard about it. Not knowing who everyone was, the mysterious beings behind the mask. Just as long as no one was a serial killer, waiting until all the guests arrived and then trapping them inside so he could hold them hostage before killing each and every one of them in a slow and painful way.

Whoa. He had to stop watching Dateline. That was messing with his head now. Turning his attention back to the butterfly girl -- a friend Jason recognized as Sophie Miller -- the tall young man grinned as she concentrated on figuring out who he was. To his right, another friend, Cleo Everett had just arrived, looking lovely in a tight red dress that went surprisingly well with her hair. Weren't redheads not supposed to wear red or something? Well, it obviously didn't matter to Cleo, because she was certainly sending that statement to its grave. She looked quite lovely.

As did Sophie. He knew she was a girl who preferred colors to neutrals, but the gray was definitely working for her. As were the butterflies. On someone else, that many butterflies may have seemed like overkill. But on Sophie, it worked out perfectly.


"Feel free to guess," Jason said with a broad smile towards Sophie, a chuckle making its way through his words. "Guessing is always a part of masquerades, isn't it? And you both look very lovely." He almost felt a little ashamed that Cleo had beat him to the punch when it came to complimenting the ladies on how they were dressed. Wasn't that supposed to be a gentleman's first comment?

notes: hai again. jason says he loves you all very much for joining his thread.
word count: four-thirty-two.
tags: jason. cleo. sophie. others. masquerade.
outfit: dashing, isn't he?

[SOPHIE MILLER]

Sophie smiled at the girl coming in, though she was a bit frustrated. The only people she knew with that color red of hair was... Well, no one. Maybe it was that girl she saw at Gingey's sometimes walking around like she owned the place (maybe she did, and they were filming an episode of Undercover Boss or something, Sophie didn't know). Either way, she hadn't caught the girl's name so she didn't know her, so she couldn't guess who she was. Of course, she could have asked if she ever went to Gingey's, but this was Sophie Miller and she didn't think many htings through.

Remembering her manners, she smiled again. "Thank you. I like your outfit too." The red was very pretty, though sophie would never wear it, it fit the girl and her bright red hair. Sophie didn't agree with redheads not wearing red; after all, it matched, right? And it looked really pretty. Besides, she wore yellow sometimes, and nobody told her not to, so there you go. She honestly didn't see what the big deal was with fashion anyways, though she had to admit, she liked to look cute at times. Plus, her mother would be mad at her if she ever said that out loud.

But those were just her thoughts, and sometimes she got lost in them before remembering where she was and who she was with, just like then. Concentrating on the man again, she smiled when she figured it out. The hair, the voice, and the smile were all dead giveaways (actually, she hoped they weren't, because she wouldn't want him to be dead at all ever), but it took her a minute to figure it out. You could tell just by the shift in her expression that she had it, though.

Jason Megalos, one of her best friends (of course, a lot of people were her best friends, but Jason was pretty up there at this point), was behind that mask. Before she even said anything, she hugged him, and sat back in her chair. "Jason!" she said triumphantly, then turned to the redhead, "and I don't think I know you, but I think I see you at Gingey's? Your hair is familiar."

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notes; HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIIIIIIIIFE OOOOOH SEE THAT GIRL WATCH THAT SCENE DIGGIN' THE DAAANCIN' QUEEEEN idk how i didn't notice that before tagged; jason/cici, science bro/cleo, open outfit; aww she has butterflies credit; template by HEDGIE lyrics by EVANESCENCE.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo tilted her head, staring at the man beside her for a moment. He was somehow very familiar, though she couldn’t remember hanging out with him often. Perhaps he was someone she’d met briefly? It wasn’t until he’d actual spoken that she finally recognized him. (The smile helped too, but Cleo definitely noticed it was directed at the girl clad in butterflies. (Was she interrupting something?)). Fluffing her hair a bit at the compliment, Cleo murmured a thank you so as not to completely throw off the conversation.

The butterfly girl (which Cleo was beginning to refer to as simply ‘butterfly’ until she received her actual name) had a pretty smile and she seemed very polite. Then again, Cleo had just sat down and pleasantries were always to be made when meeting somebody new. Cleo hardly had time to blink before butterfly was up out of her seat and hugging Jason. Arching her brows, Cleo gave Jason a curious look. (At this point, she was quite sure she was interrupting something but until it became very clear, she was quite alright with staying where she was). The best part was that butterfly confirmed who the man was, none other than Jason Megalos. "Jason, hi. How lovely to see you again!

"

Cleo looked the very definition of startled for a moment. And then she grinned, very wide and proud, and she nodded fervently, not caring if her curls came undone in the process. “Yes![/color]” The fact that somebody recognized her from Gingey’s, as that girl was too exciting for words. Not only from Gingey’s, but from her hair as well, and wasn’t this just the best night ever? “That’s me. I’m Cleo.[/color]” And she hoped now that butterfly would give her name, so Cleo could stop calling her butterfly, though she thought it was a nice enough nickname. “I might as well be mascot for the place.[/color]” (She’d have to talk to Rhys about that…).
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