Quarter Past Midnight... Open: 2 Slots

[KATHERINE CROWLEY]

Rarely did Brooke get to spoil herself, but she had been cordially invited to an event hosted by the Make-A-Wish Foundation. The event was a masquerade ball for the entirety of New York City, or maybe it was a select few that somehow tied to the Foundation. Either way that she flipped it, she was beyond excited to spend time out without so much as to what she would wear... Sadly, her closest severely lacked anything that truly looked... like it would fit into a Masquerade Ball. As she rummaged through her dresses, a rather distinct frustrated scowl formed on her face, until she found a clutch. It wasn't the fanciest thing, but it sparked her imagination. She just needed... Holy shit, she had managed to find her pristine bleach white heels... Well, now she only needed to spend money on a dress, which she wanted simply black and a mask... for obvious reasons.

After twenty minutes of attempting to hail a taxi, a rather large male with tattoos and a menacing look on his face decided to play the overly friendly citizen. Brooke offered her best fake smile before jumping in the cab and slamming the door behind her. She looked back only to see him retreat into her apartment complex... "Central Boutique, please." She stated as the cab driver shot her a wink and nodded slowly. Yeah, today was definitely the creeper day for her. Usually she got overly talkative drivers, but this one just wanted to oogle at her in the rearview mirror, even after getting caught doing it a total of three times... Well, there was four. Brooke simply decided to ignore the awkwardness and stare out the window. All she had to do was-- She felt the abrupt stop as she felt herself shot forward, then slammed back into the seat. Shrieking in terror, Brooke looked up frantically before realizing that the cab driver had rear-ended another taxi. Groaning to herself, Brooke promptly exited the cab and rubbed the back of her now sore neck. Great. Wait should she.. Turning to check on the cab driver, she noticed how both cabs had vanished in a matter of moments. Brooke stood momentarily perplexed at the situation before shaking her head in disbelief and turning back towards the vintage style boutique.

When Brooke stepped into the boutique, she was immediately greeted with an intoxicating aroma that smelt of honey, vanilla, and old books. She crept a smile cross her features as she moved deeper into the dimly lit interior. Everything looked old and worn, but yet still full of hidden potential that Brooke couldn't help but to run her fingers lightly over the materials of the dresses and the cool metal of the jewelry. She could get lost in the shop, only to surface for air only for dire needs. Today could not be that day though... That day she was a girl on a mission to find the remainder of her outfit for the masquerade ball. She slowly picked through each dress while keeping the keywords 'simply black,' engraved in her thoughts.

After a few minutes turned to a few hours, Brooke had found the perfect knee length form fitting black dress with straps over both shoulders. It was simply... well, it was simply black and exactly what she was looking for. By this time, she had successfully lured the only two employees working into helping her. They brought out an arrangement of vintage, yet dazzling jewelry. She decided on a pair of chandelier earrings and a necklace that looked as if it was made of a bunch of different necklaces combined into one. After paying for everything and realizing that she would have a instant noodle diet, Brooke left the boutique and made her way home. She decided on just walking back, just to be safe. She really didn't want another run in with a creepy taxi driver who gets into wrecks, just to speed off.

----------------------Night Of the Masquerade----------------------

Brooke looked herself over slowly in the body length mirror that hung in the women's restroom of the Rosend Ballroom. Her mask laid on the sink behind her as she slowly looked over herself and her outfit, that seemed to seriously lack when compared to many of the other females in the room. They wore gorgeous gowns that could probably pay for the rest of her schooling, her apartment, and probably the better half of her soul. Brooke wasn't phased though, or at least she hid it well enough, as she flipped her hair and turned from the mirror. As her golden hair cascaded through the air and down her back, Brooke heard a few mummers about her being too poor or undressed. She should have felt uneasy, but as soon as the mask hid her features, but only revealed her stunning blue eyes she was just like everyone else. Easing out of the bathroom and sliding through the steadily growing ball goers, Brooke gripped her clutch tightly. He reminded herself to keep her eyes up and her confidence at a level that it never truly reached. She felt the light nudge her and the slight graze of a hand here, yet she kept a coy smile on her face. Pushing through a giggling group of older couples, Brooke had found herself slip on some loose patch of air in which she stumbled forward and slammed into someone's chest. Her cheeks blazed from embarrassment as he slowly looked up at them. Her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open a bit before words could actually escape. "I am terribly sorry. Seems as those these heels lack traction... Uh... I am rambling, sorry... Again."



"Brooke Talking...."

Outfit:: Here
Words::0945
Notes:: YAY for the majority of the post having little relevance to the masquerade!

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