Masked Secrets [Open: 2 spots]

[CHANDLER ANTRIM]

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Chandler was the worst friend. Seal it with a fist and call it judged because he had managed to lose Dan. Somewhere in the hustle and bustle of the ball, Chandler was separated from the group, but ultimately Dan. The only person that actually needed Chandler to guide him about and stay near him. He was such a shitty ass friend, but Dan had the other four... right? Right! All he needed to do was keep his eyes peeled, and enjoy himself. Dan would show up, well more like Chandler would see his friend nose deep in his phone tweeting about everything.

A slight sigh escaped his lips as he adjusted the mask on his face that constantly seemed to cause his nose to itch. He seriously considered stripping the mask off, but he hadn't realized just how serious the mask aspect of Masquerade was. Everyone was wearing a mask. Each mask unique while some handcrafted and others did little in hiding appearances. He felt his mouth go dry as a couple passed him and the mix of their perfume and cologne filled his nostrils. His palms grew sweaty as he stumbled backwards.

He felt a sudden wave of dizziness as the world blurred for a moment, but a moment that sent him on his ass. He felt his rear-end collide with the ground and sent a sharp jolt of pain up his spine. Adding to the he felt his cheeks blazing as an array of masks and eyes watched him... Judged him. He scurried and jumped to his feet before dusting himself off and ignoring the masked figures. Shoving past the couple that sent him stumbling, Chandler drove deeper into the slowly growing mass of bodies.

He just needed to find other people to interact with, but he was seriously hoping to find Dan. Unfortunately, unknown to Chandler, he was moving farther away from his best friend. He pressed forward offering slight "'Cuse me." But occasionally his hands played along the rim of the back-pocket of a few people that scoffed at him. He wasn't going-- Wait, where did this wallet come from? He eyed the smooth leather before ducking and making his way too the wall.

Then, like karma playing against him. He slammed into someone which caused him to groan out in pain.

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NOTES: Let the Masquerade begin..

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[WILBUR HICKS]

To be perfectly honest, Wilbur really had no business going to that masquerade ball. He really hadn't known what a masquerade was the first time he'd heard about it. It wasn't until someone heard his loud and boistrous exclamations of this fact while staring at the sign advertising the great citywide ball that he was informed of the fact that it was really just a big dance with masks and stuff.

Just from that little blurb it sounded pretty fun!

Wilbur hadn't spent hours agonizing over his outfit like apparently some other people did. All he'd had to do was grab a tshirt and some jeans from his 'slightly less muddy and dirty than the rest of the clothes' pile and he was set. His mask was a no brainer. It had been his from way back in middle school when he'd gone as Jason from Halloween for... Halloween. He'd found himself a hockey mask at a sports store and had felt pretty pleased with his costume making abilities. No one had SPECIFIED what kind of a mask he was supposed to have so he was sure that it'd be fine. Who could tell him he'd got the wrong kind of mask for a party? Who even knew there was such a thing as a wrong kinda mask!? Wilbur hadn't even really heard of more than one kind.

The party seemed kinda boring though. Unlike the raging dancing that he'd expected (which honestly wasn't even all that great in Wilbur's book, but he'd been practicing doing The Worm in his dorm and had been excited at the prospect of showing it off in public) Wilbur had apparently trapped himself at a big, stuffy boring shindig for the huffy hoity toity poofballs of the city. It was a disaster!

Safe behind his mask, Wilbur hung out by the food table, sipping soda and chowing down on the pigs in a blanket, which he had to admit were pretty damn great. He watched with disapproval as the rest of the crowd bustled around him. God, they looked so stupid! With all those glittery hunks a paper mash-ay and other whatnots strapped over their faces, Wilbur really thought that he had been misled by that woman on the street. These weren't masks! These were.... messes!

Wilbur was just about fed up with this whole event (and fed up on pigs in a blanket, which were now completely cleared off the table) and had no intention of stayin' a minute longer. The people here were all FAR too old and FAR too stuffy for his tastes.

Wilbur began his march straight out of there, to somewhere where he'd have a bit more fun. Like the beach! He was sure he could go down there and catch himself a baby shark or two. It'd be great fun! Certainly more fun than this dump at any rate and he'd have his mask on to keep any sharks from biting his face off too!

On his steady strut outta there, Wilbur was rudely pushed by some kid who was, in Wilbur's fine opinion, dressed WAY too fancy for some boring dance. It wasn't even a push, to be honest! It was a downright SHOVE.

Rude.

Picking the kid up by his shoulders, Wilbur gave him a long hard stare with his face scrunched up in a disapproving glare before he realized that his stupid mask was blocking the whole awesomeness factor of the expression.

"You mind watchin' where you're goin', buddy? I'm tryin' to get the heck outta' Dodge and I don't need any pipsqueaks like you slammin' into me while I'm attemptin' to make a dignified exit, ya' hear?"

[GRACE ADAMS]

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Sometimes Gracie really wondered if she had any brains at all. That was a silly thought. Of course she had brains. If not she probably would have stood there by the lovely couple Mikey and Elle until it got so awkward, the world exploded. Wait, were they a couple yet anyway? If not they totally needed to hurry up. Well, she needed to hurry up too. Elle was nonstop talking about how Chandler and her would be the cutest couple. She even gave her some advice. Gracie tried to think of it now but she was too busy being lost.

Where the heck was she? After wandering off to “go get some water” about fifteen minutes ago, Gracie got lost in the crowd and finally made it out to a free spot. There she just kind of stood, looking around. The masks were amazing. Some of them colorful; others traditional. She even saw one that looked like a jester hat. The silver bells slightly distracted her long enough to to see the jester fall. Wincing, she walk a bit toward him, thinking to help him, but stopped when he got up.

That’s when she noticed he looked probably as lost as she was. Again the ultimatium came whether to talk to him or not. If he was awkward and she was awkward maybe they could just somehow click and suddenly be best friends. It’d be nice to have someone as a friend outside of Baum. Then again, it could just be a weird three second conversation where he walks off--OUCH! He just slammed into that dude.

Oh, this didn’t look good. Gracie panicked and shoved through the crowd. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do but something told her to improve. Suddenly, she was a chaperon.

“Okay, okay. Break it up. The last thing we need is fighting at this dance. Good lord,” she huffed and stood between the two guys. “Hands off him,” Chaperon!Gracie demanded. When the kid let go she nearly broke character by smiling. She had no idea that people would actually believe her. Maybe she was better at acting then she thought. Though the fact that half of her outfit belonged to her mother helped too. “Now I’ll need to two to make respectful gentlemen apologies or part ways. Either way, there will not be foul play here,” she said in her booming superior voice. She was slightly freaked out how much it sounded like her mother. Though also amused, she’d never know when that would come in handy.
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notes;; pretend that was believable
outfit;; ballgown chic