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Marius saw Aurelie enter and was mesmerized by her beauty, the dress revealing more than he had ever seen of her so far. He immediately got up and walked towards her, just barely managing to contain his lust.
His eyes sparkled with light blue hues in contrast to his rather dark hair and clothe, while his smile was warm and inviting.
"ChΓ©rie, you look absolutely stunning this evening." he said in French, and gently moved closer to kiss her, putting his arm around her waist.
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She smiles, returning his kiss happily.
"Merci, you look very handsome as well my Mars... May I sit with you?" she asks, keeping her arm around his waist so they are very close.
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~DAVIS, HOUND~
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Davis Walked in with Elle on his arm. He walked to the stairs and then up them. He looked around the balcony and found his chair. Moving to it he set Elle down in a seat behind him and stood by his chair with a nod to the Prince he then watched the crowd as it began to form. He leaned down and spoke to Elle in light tones but not hushed as if in secrecy.
This is going to be an intersting night I wonder who will choose not to show.
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Elle walks in happily on Davis's arm, recovered from the huge battle, and glad Char survived. She has worn a lovely new dress, quite pleased with how it blends with Davis's dark clothing.
Interesing indeed... You will be hunting those who dont mm?
Harry walks into the Grindhouse, looking about with something akin to awe. He had never been here before, and the gathered crowd combined with the general atmosphere was intimidating in a way. The notices he had seen posted around made the matter seem urgent, but he could only hope that tonight would be fun anyway.
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Nicolo entered somberly, dressed all in black in a very conservative suit. He wasn't sure what was about to happen tonight, but he was pretty sure that a Kindred's final death was no place for a fashion show.
He quietly took a seat by himself, out of the way in the back, with a clear view of the proceedings.
Reed entered the Grindhouse, wondering what to expect, he spotted Ace above him - before heading to one of the empty seats in the balcony. A mandatory court - it should be provide to be informative to say the least wise. He thought. Plus, I'll have to re-introduce myself to the Prince and have that chore done.
He seated toward the back.
((off to work!))
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Dog arrived, shaven, dressed in his best... and this was one of the last placed in the world that he wanted to be. He still felt like shit, was hungry, and confused. Why hadn't Davis taken him back into custody?
He still wasn't sure if anyone had overheard the conversation before he had attacked Red. It didn't matter. He wasn't running. Cowards ran. He didn't know how things would turn out, but he knew he wasn't a coward.
Entering, he sketched a bow to the Prince, and found a seat in the back.
Dog was tired of being confused. It made him angry. Tonight, whatever happened, he had a feeling he wouldn't be confused afterward.
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Martin entered the Grindhouse, having mentally prepared himself for the occasion of being surrounded by so many unknown and powerful Beasts. You are no rank neonate, fresh from your Sire's wrist, he thinks to himself at the door. You can handle this.
Still, as he enters the seating area, there is a moment where he falters--he has to collect himself before moving on, tamping down the fright that burst in his chest. He finds a seat and tries to relax, wondering what this night will bring.
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