<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/e0/ca/a9e0cad0f1fe82aadad6f95ed69dc14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isobelle<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Banquet Hall<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gown</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/UT8dpECXPdaXXagOFbXx.jpg_640x10000.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elia & Hudson<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Mina & Markus<br/><div class="floatright">(https://sites.create-cdn.net/siteimages/5/0/3/50308/93/2/8/9328459/747x1000.jpg?1416057531)</div><hr/><br/>Angel's flirtatious manner furthered Isobelle's positive mood for the evening: good music, handsome fellowship, fantastic champagne and delicious food, it was all just so perfect.<br/><br/>Until it wasn't.<br/><br/>She had just plucked off a grape from a stem on her plate and sensually placed it between her front teeth, her golden eyes on the snow Angel before her as her thigh grew gooseflesh and her spine shivered under her ministrations under the table when a scream had been heard. So many people gathered around a specific spot in the Hall, murmurs, gasps, and instructions could be heard but the fright in the room only grew as confusion gave way to panic. Murder. No it could not be, Isobelle wondered if this was an act, a show to be put on as a way to scare their guests, a realistic practical joke that would end in a round of applause at the acting and the effects of blood and tears. But her hope soon dissolved and her heart raced in genuine fear, her hand grasping onto Elia's right shoulder very tightly as she stood up, color escaping from her face, her breaths coming out in puffs as she looked around frantically for an exit but seeing guards stationed.<br/><br/>"We are trapped." She stated, her voice husky and hoarse as she gazed around before letting out a loud scream of her own, her palm shaking before her quivering lips as the crowd softly parted for her eyes to finally settle on the body of the Count laying in the ground, a pool of blood so dark it looked black against the floor still glowing across the tiles. The Countess was maintaining her calm demeanor of regal class, and the Anubis Warrior stood near her in comfort, but it changed nothing. The body was carried out and Mina announced for people to be careful as they continued in the planned festivities...<em>fuck that!</em>Isobelle wanted to get the hell out of there.<br/><br/>Just then her Viking from earlier appeared and asked if he could sit with them as well as if they were alright. Isobelle collapsed next to Angel once more at the table, mouth agape as she stared at her plate of food. She had lost all appetite and what little she -did- eat now turned to dust in her belly. The room spun and she felt sick as she rested an elbow on the table and supported her forehead against her knuckles shaking her head softly and closing her eyes.<br/><br/>"Does it look like we are alright?" She asked with a degree of panic in her voice. Isobelle was quite loud and attracted some head turns from nearby tables. She looked at them as if to challenge them to say something to her before turning to Hudson with an incredulous expression on her face through the holes of her mask. Her hand gripped Elisa's as she spoke. "We need to get out of here. There is a murderer in this house locked inside with us...who is to say we are not next?"