Crissatha Isobel Pandora
Crimson Vampire
Student/Musician
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Life's a bitch. Then you die.
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Post by Crissatha Isobel Pandora on Dec 28, 2012 0:42:11 GMT -5
Cris fucking hated this shit.
And she was going to kill her sisters. Oh she knew technically it had been her mother’s idea. But all the same, she knew that it was because her sister’s had done it she had agreed. She couldn’t be allowed to tarnish the family after all, even if she was fucking disowned. Apparently that didn’t mean she could embarrass them. She would have done it anyway but…like she said, it was her sisters. She had a soft spot for them considering they still took care of her from time to time.
Not that she needed taking care of. But still.
Anyway, she wasn’t sure if she could call her being here blackmail or bribery. She scowled either way, probably ruining the pretty image that her current state offered. She had even fucking temp-dyed black over her current style of blue and purple. Not that she hadn’t left some of her trademark streaks in, made even more amusing by the ombre effect her current hair style had. And she had only temped it so it should fade back to the more extreme style soon enough.
She looked more conservative than she liked, even if the dress was a little risqué in its cut. Her hair had been done up with the ease of far too many years of having to look a certain way, pinned back off her face in braids and held there with diamond pins—that she fucking hated thank you—and with a strand or two of the bright blue and purple lingering around her face, giving an amusing affect that dared her mother—who she could see across the ballroom—to comment. She couldn’t Cris was a free fucking woman. She had managed that much after she had left the Phassee “estate” the last time.
Besides, the blue in her hair set off the blue in her eyes. That was classy, right? Fuck it she just didn’t care anymore.
Anyway, the dress she didn’t mind. It was cut so that her scar down her back didn’t show at least, though she had had to apply makeup to her shoulder to cover the other scar, which she didn’t truly wish to see. It was nice, it was designer. It was going to get burned later. If she had her way.
She couldn’t believe she had gotten this sent to her. Asking her to play nice, to behave. It was a peace offering or something, from her sisters, but really it was more her mother hoping she’d wear it so that way she’d at least look the part of a woman who had once been part of their regal line. She was surprised her mother had dared show up. She hated vampires after all. Keeping up appearances and shit she supposed.
Her own icy blue eyes locked with the bitchy womans and she held her own, tilting her head up slightly and daring her mother to comment. She was not Aria anymore. She had made that clear. The other woman held her gaze, and really if it hadn’t been for a passerby coming in between them, they might have stayed locked that way for a long time. Both too stubborn for their own damn good.
Cris wished she hadn’t come. It was still too soon for her to be bothering with these fancy affairs that she had constantly been a part of in her childhood. She hated them. She hated having to smile politely at people she would rather tell to go to hell, having to make nice with all the right people. She hated it. She snagged a glass of wine laced with blood—even though she couldn’t stand alcohol—and found another reason she remembered hating this bullshit.
The gossip.
”Oh…isn’t that that Phassee girl? The youngest” the one feminine voice whispered, and Cris had to force herself not to pay any damn attention. Talking about her like she wasn’t there. ”It is! But I heard she was disowned for changing” another voice added. Well that was just fucking peachy. She had avoided these things since getting disowned thank you, for this reason. ”I heard it was because she died and became a Crimson” another voice scoffed, a third. Cris winced. Well lovely, just remind her that she had died.
She started to walk away. She hated this bullshit. She was going to leave. ”Well good for fucking her” [/i] said a new voice, and Cris turned with that to see a pair of amber eyes grinning back at her. The woman with the very long black hair elegantly pulled up and the bright red dress raised her glass in salute towards her before taking a sip, her eyes sparking with amusement. Cris blinked. That was one of the highest of the peerage, saluting her. Well fuck that was kinda awesome even if Cris didn’t buy into that bullshit. She raised her glass in return and then did turn to walk away. ”Is she barefoot?” asked one of the first voices, sounding thoroughly scandalized. And Cris had to bite back laughter but she could have sworn she heard the woman who had backed her up laughing. Fuck yes she was, those death traps that were called heels had been left home. And now that she had caused enough of a scandal…the young woman sighed a bit. She hated these things. She didn’t dance. She didn’t like to socialize. And most of her friends didn’t even appear to be here. She didn’t even have…well…him to make her laugh through it and distract her like he always did. Not that she needed that. Oh no. She was fine on her own. And with a scowl remembering that she was trying to keep her too tough for you act on, she scanned the crowd. She was fucking well going to find a male to entertain her, or five. At the very least she could have that much. It could distract her from stupid thoughts like the ones that had just popped into her head. [/blockquote] Muse: Excellent. Comments: Too lazy, didn't code lol...and yes, yes I did toss Shi into Cris's post lol Words: 1009 Outfit: here |
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Astraea Marianne Greene
Azure Vampire
student / phuri tezauriza ? assistant
played by astra [/size][/i][/center]
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Post by Astraea Marianne Greene on Dec 29, 2012 4:54:29 GMT -5
     Now, normally if you saw this young lady you would see a proper young lady in a dress that was modest, demure, and flattered her figure. Her makeup would be simple, her hair up and perfect, and her jewelry simple. Tonight? Hell no. Her dress was something that her father would have died if he saw her in. The dress had sleeves, and the dress covered everything that wasn't for their eyes to see, but her back was completely exposed. As was a sizable slit up her thigh, which showed part of her blue butterfly tattoo on her left hip, to her chest then back down on the opposite side. The dress was in one piece, there was no slit that exposed skin, but the exposed skin was covered in a material similar to nylon.
If you knew Raea, you wold know that she would have preferred a different color dress, possibly black, which would be much more demure and less revealing. A floor length black dress that was either strapless or had long sleeves with no back. But no, she went for one that seemed strapless, had a slit up to her thigh, and no back.
Basically, Astraea Greene was in a dress that any man would stop and stare at, in a color that meant she wanted eyes on her. Black would mean she didn't care and it wouldn't have made such a statement. Red meant she wanted the attention, no matter who was looking.
And the reason why Raea was in a dress that she wouldn't be caught dead in normally? Revenge basically. She wanted the man that broke her heart to see that she didn't care. She wanted him to see that she was furious at him, hence the red color, and she wanted him to feel jealous, even if she knew he wouldn't. Raea just wanted him to look at her and feel like he lost something that he could never get back.
Believe me, she wanted him back. Astraea wanted him back badly, but she knew he wouldn't take her back. So, she'll just let him wish she was still his. Even if he was here with a date, she'd want him to feel that way. If you asked her a week ago if she would do this, she would say no, but something inside her snapped. Apparently she went from denial to anger. And boy was she angry.
If you knew Astraea well, you would know that she was not one to get angry. Most sweethearts have something that when they snap and get very angry, very quickly. Raea was one of those girls. She was not happy, not in the least. And she wouldn't go to the man that broke her and smack him, even though she wanted to do that. No, she promised she wouldn't get angry like that with him.
Basically her plan was dance with guys and have a good time, act single (which she was) and flirt, basically taking a page out of her friend Cris' book. Speaking of, she saw her friend across the way, in a dress that she knew her friend wouldn't pick on her own, but she looked gorgeous in it.
The Black Sheep of the currently broken Brat Pack walked over to her friend and tapped her on the shoulder, giving Cris her signature smile, which always made her face light up and it was always genuine. "So, who got you to come to this shindig and why haven't you tried to find anyone to dance with yet?" Raea asked, putting her hands on her hips. With her heels she was about as tall as Cris, whom she knew was barefoot because if Cris wore heels she would have been much taller and easier to spot and she would have been towering over Raea, who was usually shorter than her friend. "I like that dress on you, very pretty. If only I could fit into it I'd ask you to give it to me so you don't throw it away later." She smiled again, scanning the crowd for any more familiar faces. She didn't care, really, if her ex saw her there that night, though she'd like it if he did, just to see the look on his face.
Yeah, she was bitter, but hopefully she wouldn't be bitter for long. Sweethearts don't usually stay angry for long.
 729 WORDS | COMPLETE | Cris/Open | OUTFITLYRICS BY WILLY DEVILLE | TEMPLATE BY ARROAh...hai, I love you, and I can't stop her from feeling really really angry. Ignore the small post count too, I tried to get more words out but I don't want to kill her muse, not yet. You can write as much as you want, I'll catch up.
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Crissatha Isobel Pandora
Crimson Vampire
Student/Musician
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Life's a bitch. Then you die.
Posts: 54
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Post by Crissatha Isobel Pandora on Jan 16, 2013 17:29:02 GMT -5
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Crissatha Isobel Pandora
No Vacancy Baby,
I want you to Hate me
cause no one can save me...
Cris took an indelicate sip of the blood-wine she held, one not befitting a lady. Because doing things befitting a lady was what her mother wanted of her. And it was what everyone expected of her. And it was what she had been doing all that time she had been stuck at her mother’s playing dress up and getting sucked into the life of the girl she had been before she had changed and made a better person out of herself, despite her mother’s claim to the opposite. So no, she was not going to be a fucking lady thank you.
She only had the damn bloodwine because she needed the blood. She was a Crimson, and one that went through blood in her system just a little bit faster than most. And being that she wasn’t allowed to bite anyone in this lovely affair—and there was no one around that she really wanted to bite anyway—she was stuck with the blood wine, alcohol and all. She wrinkled her nose a tad and swirled the glass in front of her. And then leaned back against the wall behind her, making her dress flow and shift…and reveal her bare feet.
She smirked. Damn right she was not going to be wearing those death traps. She hated that shit, thakn you. Bad enough she was wearing a damn dress and she had temp-dyed her hair. She was not adding insult to injury to her pride by doing something like wearing shoes. That she’d probably trip in, grace or not. And she did like to think of herself as graceful. Most of the time.
With bored icy eyes, she scanned the crowd. Lux was supposed to be here but she was guessing he had either got delayed getting here by a chick, or distracted on his way to find her by a chick. That was the way her best friend was. She shook he rhead. Normally Cris didn’t mind, but it was hard not to mind when it left her all alone at this damn thing. She didn’t see anyone else she fucking knew here either.
Or perhaps she spoke too soon.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned, in every way prepared to reem out whatever person decided they wanted to gossip next or maybe have someone to actually flirt with. The only thing she hadn’t expected was to find a friend. Her glare softened pretty quickly when she realized it was Raea, mostly because it wasn’t too easy to glare at Rae. First off, she had been through a lot recently—as had they all in the Pack really—and second off Rae was generally there for everyone and that made it hard to want to snap at her.
All the same, it was hardly Cris’s usual relaxed self. She was a little bit too iced off, a little bit too not really there, but she did a good facsimile of being herself and so far only Lux had really noticed and that was just because she was too damn close to the damn man. He knew her too well. But everyone else didn’t seem to notice and Cris wanted to keep it that way. Keep acting like you’re find and eventually you will be, and all of that lovely bullcrap that she didn’t rally believe honestly. She just had to have some sort of excuse. Plus Cris happened to be damn good at denial. Which was currently the river she was floating on down at the moment.
She scowled slightly at Raea’s question, not yet noticing what her friend was wearing because that was a distraction, and once more cast her gaze out into the crowd until she noticed her mother with her back turned. She pointed, not caring how damn rude it was to point at people, the woman wasn’t watching and Cris would have pointed even if she was. ”Meet the bitch herself. My mother. As for the dancing…I don’t dance.”
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[/b] She said with a little shrug. ”What are you doing here?”[/b] she asked, arching a brow. Like she said, she had yet to see a Pack member floating around, so it made her curious. A roll of the eyes answered the next question. ”I was thinking of burning it later, actually”[/b] she answered with a tiny grin, not able to help the teasing tone in her voice. Cris had been shutting herself off from her friends lately, pulling away and keeping them all at arm’s length. If her recent venture to her parent’s house and the reaction she had gotten from Justin had been any indication, emotions and ties to other people just fucked you over. SO she had been distancing herself to try and save herself from that sort of shit. But it was hard to ignore Rae when she just came over. There was a reason she was calle the black sheep out of their group of miscreants and never do wells. She was the sweet one. But then she pulled back enough to see what Raea was wearing and decided she might have to reevaluate that sweet title. She looked her friend once over and then arched a brow at the other chick, just once, before a sly, devilish smirk settled upon the taller girl’s full lips, there was mischief lurking behind the ice in those blue eyes too. And she waited just a moment for Raea to realize Cris was about to be a bit of a bitch. But that was how she was. She drained her blood-wine and set the glass down on something near, and then leaned in almost conspiratorially close to the other girl, and spoke softly, trying to see if even in that dress she could make the girl turn as red as said dress. ”That looks like the type of dress you want someone to take off”[/b] she said, smirking. And then she straightened and scanned the room before trning her gaze back to the Azure fledgling. ”If you want, I can point out who’s a good lay.”[/b] There was laughter in her voice but oh well. She needed something entertaining at this thing. [/div][/center] Just a damn little freak MUSE: epic
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COMMENTS: wooooo idk
Credit: Creation goes to Reesa! Lyrics go to SumoCyco with Danger!
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