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Hawthorne, for what felt like the millionth time since he had received the mysterious invitation reread the three lines over and over again.
Friday the 13th
West Gates
Masquerade & Auction
Today was Friday the 13th, He was standing in front of the west gates looking for the entrance into this masquerade and auction event. He was dressed in his fathers passed down Victorianism suit. It was a midnight blue tail coated jacket with a pale blue silk ruffle shirt underneath. The pale blue silk was tucked into the same colored midnight blue long pants that were nicely rolled so that they didn't drag over his shiny gentleman boots. He added a silver pocket watch to the right upper hand side of his jacket as well as one of his wife's small brooches, a small aquamarine jewel set in a silver lace like design. He slicked his short brown hair back, though a small piece fell forward, he had tried for half an hour to get it slicked all the way back as well and yet he couldn't get it to stick, giving him an almost boyish charm look. Covering his face was a extravagant Masquerade mask. It was a pain to have been put on, the tie in the back kept slipping off his hair and pulling his mask down with it. After fighting with it, he had discovered the tricked that kept the mask on him and let his hands be free, opting to keep the tie on mask instead of the ones that we're carried. He had debated on finishing the outfit with a cane and top hat but settled on more suitableness due to his already stand out mask. Instead of either of the above, he had chosen white gentleman gloves for his hands and side satchel that held his...assets and invitation. Packed tightly in his bag was enough money to build a small business, most of his savings from when him and Judith had decided to save for a larger home of their own. To start a family. Oh how he missed his Judith now, as he clenched his fist over his heart, not a physical pain but a emotional one. The money was of no consequence if he could find his love, even if it was spent on the meaningless of things such as what this auction was. And the invitation hadn't said that he was required to bid, just that he was welcome to join.
His hazel eyes scanned the west gates before he saw a hint of color flash into a alley way. He watched the alley intently and noticed a select bodies moving to it and disappearing through it, their only way to stand out to him was their bright colored mask! The Masquerade! Hawthorne set his face and strode from his spot, invitation gripped tightly in his hand as he slipped his way into the alley.
"I hear there is going to be-" A faint male voice sounded along with that of a sultry trickle of a woman's laughter. Hawthorne focused on the sounds of people as he walked the dark alley. It had been three days since he had gotten the invitation and each day since then he had been to the west gates preparing for the visit to the event, Every day before the 13th of Friday he had seen nothing out of the ordinary or unusual. Today had been different though. Besides it being the actual day of the event, Hawthorne had a sense of....unnatural guidance to the west gates. Where the area had looked the same the day before now seemed altered. Even now as he walked the alley, he wondered if the alley had actually been there before and the more his mind tried to remember, the less it actually did.
He was here for a mission, a goal. To find his wife. The layout was not on his priorities of worries and quickly pushed the thoughts of the mysterious alley out of his mind. And even if he didn't, he would be knocking a stone from the pile, one less place to search and more places to be narrowed down. The voices slowly got louder after what felt like minutes of walking, before He stopped with others in front of a very elaborate door in the alley, out of place as was the alley in the west gates. Where it had been once dark and dank, now was illuminated by candles and lights over a door with the three headed serpent insignia on the door itself. His hand automatically went to the wax seal on his invitation, feeling the same insignia in the melted wax. He let loose a rare smile before tucking his satchel behind him and following the line of similar dressed men and women into the auction ball.
"Don't worry Judith, I'm still looking for you." He whispered as his turn came up in the line, a elderly doorman stared at him with beady hawk like eyes through a large raven style mask before his deep crackling voice rang out.
"Invitation Mister Hawthorne?" The doorman held out his hand for the paper, Hawthorne didn't question how the old man knew him, already he knew this was a weird if not unnatural event. His hands gripped the envelope before he straightened himself and pulled on a straight face.
"Here it is" Hawthorne said with a strong voice, handing the letter to the old man.
 Pixie Nyxie · Sat Apr 23, 2011 @ 09:55am · 0 Comments |
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