don't judge a book by it's cover -open

[hitoban]

WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E

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SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT]

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Cori walked into the crowded room, alone. She held her chin high, and her shoulders back. She wore a mask, covering her face. The only thing that anyone who knew Cori would recognize her by, was her hair. Cori had gone all out. She had a gorgeous dress on, a fancy mask, and...combat boots. (What? She had to have SOME Cori in this outfit!) You may be wondering "Why Cori? Why are you dressed up like some crazy doll?" The answer is simple: Don't judge a book by its cover. Cori Ansell was a harcore bitch who loved insulting people and playing tough, but inside, she still wanted to be a girl. Cori loved dressing up. She dressed up as often as money and society would allow. And a masquerade was one of her most favorite things of all. She glided across the floor, hoping to turn heads and stop traffic, her hair in a mild updo. People who didn't know her would certainly never recognize her. People who did...would be shocked. But she wasn't worried about that. She just wanted to find some handsome boy to dance with, and forget about all her craziness and worries. She had a clutch with her, and in it, she had her cell phone, a few essential items, cash, and her calligraphy pen. But where was her journal? Cori had sneakily tucked it into a secret compartment built into the bodice of her dress, just in case she needed it. It may sound crazy, but some people were just too horrible to deal with in person, and there was always the possibility of something going wrong.

But for now, she would have faith in humanity and hope nothing went wrong. Usually, Cori would have a problem with people being too close to her, or with someone initiating physical contact. But somehow, dances were different. The atmosphere was safe and inviting, and it was easier when you didn't know who people were. Of course, some people weren't wearing masks, and that was just fine for them. But she had gone all out, and she didn't give a rat's ass if someone didn't like it. She was gonna have fun if it killed her.

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FORGOTTEN THE TASTE AND SMELL

TAG ! open. ^^
WORDS ! 369
OUTFIT ! masquerade!~
NOTES ! any nice boys want to give her a whirl? -or laugh at her?-
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramore

OF A WORLD THAT SHE'S LEFT BEHIND[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER]

[kiba]

Andrew was leaned against a wall. His brown hair was tucked under a beanie, as usual and his green eyes were watching everyone, looking for someone of interest to go up and meet. Of course, that wasn't easy for him. He always had a problem with meeting people and that was because he had a secret. Nobody over here knew of his secret and he would rather keep it that way. Of course, he knew it would come out eventually. He hoped it was later rather than sooner, though.

He didn't completely trust the people around here. He didn't know them. He didn't know how they would respond when they found out. He gulped and breathed in. 'Calm down, Andrew. Nobody knows. Plus, you're not the only transgender in this world. Just keep calm.' he thought to himself. He wore a black tux with a white dress shirt under the jacket. A black tie was around his neck and on his face was a black mask, hiding everything besides the lower half of his face and his eyes.

He looked up just in time to see a girl walk in. She had red hair and a red and black dress on. His green eyes ran over her body a few times. He noticed the combat boots and it made her stand out incredibly well. He took a deep breath and got to his feet. Maybe he would have the courage to go over there and ask her to dance. He was only an inch taller than her and he did look like a guy. His voice would be sort of high for a guy's voice, but it was still in the range of a guys. His voice wasn't low for a girls, though. It was hard to explain, but it was unique. He walked over, breathing easily despite the binding of his chest.

"Hey," he stated, walking up next to her. He had a friendly smile on his face and his green eyes were filled with interest as well as innocence. He held out his hand. "Do you want to dance?" he asked. He was a little awkward about this and that was clear. He wasn't used to just going up to girls and asking them to dance. Usually he would just hand back because nobody wanted to dance with him. But here it was different. He was going to make it different.

Notes: I just thought this would make things interesting.
Outfit: Couldn't find one
Words: 418