<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/209kemw.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mask</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i63.tinypic.com/qs4mrt.jpg)</div></div></div>Name:  Marieme<br/>Location: Ballroom<br/>Tagging:  None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fashionably late…<br/><br/>She just seemed to have a knack for it. Despite her best intentions, Marieme always found herself showing up after the party had already begun. She just knew that she had already missed the first dances and frowned slightly as her car slowly made its way up the long driveway to the castle. Though, she was glad that this proclivity toward tardiness of hers only seemed to affect social events. When it came to her research, she was of a very serious nature and always arrived well ahead of schedule. And why not? She had worked diligently to become one of the top minds in her field.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she ran her tongue over the surprisingly sharp prosthetic fangs she wore. In a way, it was her specialisation in hematology that had inspired her costume this evening. She had thought it would be a terribly clever joke for her to show up dressed as a vampire. Of course, there was still the risk of the more humourless amongst them finding her choice of costume to be tasteless given the suspicion that had surrounded her in the aftermath of her late husband’s accidental death. The rumours still followed her nearly a year later, even though she had been officially cleared of any suspected involvement in the incident She sighed deeply. “<em>Let them disapprove…</em>” she whispered to herself, preparing to face the crowd.<br/><br/>Marieme slipped on an intricate lace mask shaped like a bat and exited her car. She had been delighted when she found the mask as it complimented her gown perfectly.  Which, of course, was entirely comprised of layers of delicate black lace over a tightly laced corset. It was hemmed high in the front and flowed into full length at the back, her long, shapely legs remained bare underneath. Her tiny feet were graced with simple, but elegant black pumps with spiked chrome heels. Perhaps not the most comfortable to wear for a night of dancing, but they did tend to leave quite an impression for those who noticed such things. She wasn’t really much for jewelry, opting only for a black velvet choker with a deep red stone glittering at her throat.<br/><br/>She climbed the few stairs that led to the castle doors and presented her invitation to the gentlemen who waited to welcome the guests of the Count and his lady, Countess Mina. She followed closely behind the gentleman who was to escort her to the ballroom where she found herself greeted with the warm scent of candles and autumn roses.<br/><br/>Marieme helped herself to a flute of champagne as she took in the luxurious sights all around her. The floor was already alive with swirling and dancing party guests, each of them elegantly masked and costumed in the finest attire. She was content to allow herself a few moments to take it all in before setting her sights on finding a dancing partner of her own. Everywhere she looked, she was surrounded by glowing, bold fall colours accented with the dark décor of the holiday. She felt a sense of growing anticipation for the adventures that were sure to unfold through the coming hours. A wicked grin crossed her lips, painted deepest red to match the tone of the jewel she wore at her neck. After all, Halloween had always been her favourite and she planned on making this one to remember.<br/>