Ｓｈａｃｋｌｅｓ {Ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ Ｓｅｍｉ-Ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ} discussion

Here is where the King and Queen sit, keeping a watchful eye over the ballroom. Each potential steps to the stage for a brief moment to introduce themselves to the King and Queen, before returning to the ballroom.

King Georg strode quickly and proudly across the ballroom. His head was held high as he made his way to the stage at the far end of the room, people bowing as he passed. His dark blue, nearly black, overcoat trailed behind him as he walked. The silver embroidery on his blue doublet gleamed in the light of the candles as he passed. The patters of vines seemed to crawl along as he moved. His hose and shirt were made of silver that matched the embroidery and his black boots shone. Upon his head lay a golden crown. It was adorned with rubies and black opals.

Reaching the stage, Georg turned to face the people. He raised his voice so that it would carry to the farthest corner of the hall and said “Welcome to Underwood Castle.” He swept his gaze across the hall, looking at all the people. “We are pleased to have you all attending out ball.” He nodded at the footmen beside the doors. As they swung open, Georg said, “Let me introduce to you Her Majesty, Queen Jisabell, the Princes Silas, Lucian, John, Alex, Jack, Felix, Aidan, and Killian and Princess Atlas."

Jisabell swallowed forgetting to give Arietta the maps. Her dress was made of slivery material and red embroidery. Holding up her dress, she had blood red shoes and her hair was intertwined in a slivery lining. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun and her diadem rested on her head. Her wrap was a red and it stuck to the theme. Blue sapphires were on her diadem and of course emeralds.

She stood beside the king in glory looking at the crowd. "Welcome everyone and the party will start very, very soon." A smile popped out on her face and she stand straight. Then her sons started to stand by age. "Our sons are grateful to see you all! Do you have anything to say?" She asked smiling at the 9 boys.

John followed at the designated time, a long stride showing purpose in his movement, the slight movement of his arms giving credence to the illusion of ceremony. He wore a perfectly faked smile, above a black fur half-cloak, which he hung across his right shoulder and arm. The cloak was trimmed with silver, and flowed behind his measured steps. On his left wrist he wore a bracelet of sliver, matching the inlay on the cloak, and lending a symmetry of sorts to the colour scheme. He had kept the rest of his outfit simple, but eminently presentable, and all in the same dark colouring. He ascended to the stage without breaking step, and took his place, to stand with his hands calmly at his side, and his eyes fixedly staring ahead.

(( yea same ))

((if you can, just post a few lines saying your prince is there, and that will be enough, if not that's ok <3))

Atlas sighed at the numerous layers of his dress, anticipating the moment when he would them off and frolic about without the pressure of them on him. His hair had been piled into a mixture of braids and curls atop his head, which would surely come undone by the end of the night. And they'd been a real hassle to sit still for, too. The infuriating material of his silver and crimson dress was also quite blinding when he stood at an angle, the light reflecting off of it. He suspected that the splotches of red that crept up on his chest weren't just from the heat of having so much on, what with the way the corset was currently crushing his ribs. Why did women wear these again? He wondered how his mother could stand to wear such things as tightly as this.

Sparing a glance at his brothers, Atlas kept up the ruse of a not so pissed version of himself, giving those attending the ball a polite smile and a jovial look. When the night was over, he'd be able to dress in similar fashion to them, and not continue the escapade of dressing as female. He'd always have more picking of Shackled to feed from, and the prospect of feeding was always something that keep him optimistic.

Alex stood near his family and brothers with his hands behind his back and an cloak on over his normal dress attire that he always wore to a ball and he looked at his mother when she asked if his brothers and him had anything to say and he shook his head slighlty but mouthed "I need to go in a little." as his eyes flashed red then back to their normal silver with gold flecks as he looked back away from her. He disliked or hated balls in his opionon though he still attended to them as it was mostly expected

Aidan had no desire to stand amongst hos family, putting out the 'good-people' image. He wanted to escape into his chambers and maybe speak to Camilla again. That night under the stars had been amusing. Sighing, he ran a hand through his already tousled blond hair, awaiting the moment when he could escape the party and yank off this stupid getup. Ruffled, pale gold and red attire did not suit him or anyone else in the immediate vicinity. His blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the humans, a few of the pretty people catching his gaze. The thought of them made him a bit thirsty... but he could control it. After-all, he's had over a century to learn how. Even though that said nothing. Everyone had their own eating habits. Anyways... His eyes went back to the women, flicking from their elaborate gowns to their doe eyes. A predator stalking its prey...

King Georg glanced at his sons, annoyed. He thought at least Silas would take this opportunity to address the people that would be his subjects one day. He sent a hard look to Alex, the only one not on the stage. He would speak with all of them after the ball was over. He stepped forward once again and said, "Those ladies wishing to introduce themselves may now come forward and do so." He turned and then sat on his throne, worn down with use from the nearly 775 years of his reign.

Alex walked back on to the stage and stood next to his fathers throne. He looked at him and said "You wanted to talk father?" not bothering to hide the fact that his fangs were out though none of the humans could see them any way.

"Put those away boy" Georg hissed. "Why were you not on the stage? You know by now what is expected of you." Seeing the ladies lining up he ordered, "Go stand in line. Now."

"Sorry. Not all of us can be like your first and most favorite son." Alex muttered as he walked away back to where his brothers were at with his fangs hidden again.

After a line of women approached the stage and introduced them, Alexandra stepped forward. She could hear the tart comments about her dress,but frankly didn't care. A cat like grin slipped across her deep red lips, stained with the same berry juices she had used for her hair. Dipping into a deep curtsy, she looked up the meet the King's gaze

Georg stared openly. The red hair and lips of the woman standing in front of him did their best to confuse him, but he knew who was facing him. Alexandra, the barmaid from the pub, who looked so much like Arietta. "Alexandra. It is a pleasure to see you" he said finally. He was able to hide his desire of her from his voice, but his eyes told everything.

Alex rolled his eyes from the shadows of his hood that was on his head. He was still wearing his cloak over his ball suit though the cloak hid it and himself so no one could see him.

Alexandra gave the King a curt nod, "My apologies, my Lord, but I believe it is I who is supposed to do the introducing at this moment" she quipped, daring him to reprimand her. Turning to the princes, she smiled, a true smile which lit up the corners of her eyes, and she dipped into a beautiful curtsy. "A pleasure to meet all of you, my name is Alexandra Roseheart"

((omg i am so freaking fangirling over these two right now))

((ikr???me toooo))

Alex turned his head and looked at her and just nodded his head to her but other then that he didn't speak with one of the reasons being that his fangs were still out and he couldn't hid them unless he didn't talk

((i don't think i have ever shipped to people harder))

Georg watched her turn her smile on his sons. He could not help but grin with her. Then he remembered why they held this ball and frowned. I must do something to make sure my sons do not try and claim her he mused to himself.

Oh? Atlas noticed the way his father stumbled, which was interesting in itself. Hiding a smirk graciously, he looked over at Alex. Boy always had a few troubles with hiding his fangs. Standing to his feet, he crossed the small stage to his brother and produced a handkerchief. "Here; hide them with this," he offered, "Feign sickness."

Alex shook his head and lowered the handkerchief back to Atlas then murmrued to him so that only he could here him but quickly "I'm just not sure how long I can keep my thirst under control. You guys know that I have an harder time then you guys when it comes to my thirst."

Alexandra at the only princess and asked in a witty tone, "How do you manage living with so many men? I feel as if it would just be..." she trailed off into a lilting giggle, waiting for the princess's response

((Do we want an order here?))

((Maybe))
Atlas had to laugh at an seemingly innocent question such as that. While he did enjoy the constant teasing he was able to do to his brothers, he didn't quite enjoy the public examination of him. "Oh, I manage just fine," he replied, rather coldly, with a smile, "Nothing a girl like me can't handle, anyways."

Alex tried not to laugh as he listened to them. He found it funny that his brother had to look like a girl for his entire life though he didn't say it out loud.

"Oh I do not doubt that in the least" Alexandra said with a wry smile, her eyes flickering once more to the King. "It is quite a family you have here, my Lord." she said, brushing her hands over the skirt, the slit in her leg exposing her peachy flesh

John appeared to stand almost perfectly still. His gaze appeared to remain directly ahead. And yet, despite these appearances, John watched, John listened, and John observed. It was an art he had near-perfected in his century-spanning undeath. The ball held little other excitement for him, as he refused to accept his need to drink human blood, being able to suppress it so far that he chooses to completely ignore it. Were it not for untimely interventions, John would have already suffered his second death.

((is it my turn?))

((I don't think there's an order yet. If there is, I for one don't know what it is.))

Silas appeared before his mother and father. Though he did not look presentable for a ball, he wore regular trousers, and a loose shirt. He didn't like the idea of this ball, he knew that everyone needed feeders, but to make it a game upset him. He did not say anything, but he did smile at his mother, not giving any of his attention towards his father, after doing so he left the view and walked closer to the walls, away from everyone.

((Yay! Bloom's back!))

((Sorry school, made me sick literally, I mean I went to bed at 7:30, I haven't done that since I was little blah!))

((I'm going to school in two days ):))

((I have a week))

((lucky))

(I was suppose to start my 4th day of school tomorrow)

((Oh cool))

The King smiled at Alexandra. "It is a pleasure to have you grace our halls Mistress Alexandra." Georg sat back in his throne and motioned for her to move on and the next maiden to step up.

Alexandra has a pleased smile on her face as she nodded to each one of the princrs in turn before turning and carefully making her way off the stage. She could feel the Kings eyes on her as she left

Jisabell looked over at the king with a raised brow. She didn't want him to look at that girl. Arietta is what she wanted to be here, to come by. "Love, what is that poorly dressed maiden doing here?" She sneered.

Alex glanced over at his mother and quietly so that no one could hear him besides knowing his mother and the rest of his family would muttered "You should try and be nice to the humans mother."

"What ever do you mean, my love?" Georg asked her innocently. "You know that all eligible maidens are invited to come to the ball." Georg kept his eyes on Alexandra as she left the stage and went to the ballroom floor.

"Who says I should be nice to humans? I've talked to that pianist girl over there." She pointed at the girl with the white flowly dress. "Alexandra is not allowed to be up here dear, Arietta might appear tonight also." Jisabell didn't meet his eyes.

Alex sighed slightly and walked over to them then he stopped next to his mother and murmured "Mother and father, can there please be no arguing tonight?"

"We are not arguing Alex, talk to girls and maybe that pianist. Melody does sing a melody." Her lip curled. Jisabell looked out the window. "Go ahead and meet her, don't drink from the girls I choose to survive for my son's love interest." She meant that for her husband.

Georg froze. Slowly he turned to look at his Queen. "Arietta?" Georg's mind spun. He had not seen her since he had broken her heart and married Jisabell. He wondered if Jisabell had anything to with her coming her tonight.

"I'm already going to spend the rest of today talking to Cassidy mother." Alex muttered subconsciously then he immediately became quiet after he realized what he said

"I did not choose her to live, Alex. Either drink out of her or I will make Felix drink her out." Jisabell stood up from her throne. "None of my sons are allowed to talk to anybody that I do not approve of!" She said quietly. "I feel Melody should be either of yours, she will be useful in most occasions."