Sing to me, angel of music - OPEN TO ANY

[alexander pierce whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/9314/blackwhiteplaid.png][atrb=style, border: #000000 solid 4px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nobody likes you when your 23, and are still more amused by prank phone calls what the hell is caller id? my friends say I should act my age, what's my age again? Counted it: 747 Clothed it: here Noted it: Open for any, just reply <3 There were a few things that anyone was always wondering about when it came to parties. Who would wear what, who would go with who, and what would be the grandest entrance. There was no lie in saying Zander was going to ensure that he had the top four entrances. He just had to pay of a few guys, get a few other on board, then everyone would see him, Zander Whitfield. He’d be unmistakable during this dance, he’d be known, noticed, adored. He would ensure it. His cell rang, and quickly he answered, holding it up to his ear, as he attempted to get his hair gelled into place with the other hand, “Hey man, everything in place? We got it all planned out?” He asked into the phone, not letting the caller even say hi. A deep throated chuckle answered him, and once again Zander spoke, “The lights, a spotlight? The music?” He insisted, causing the caller to laugh again, Dude it’s ready. Grinning, Zander hung up, and moved to where the rest of his costume was hung, carefully putting on the vest, only buttoning the middle button, before sliding the bow tie around his neck. The tie was left undone, the strings hanging down, and slightly lop sided, before he slid the clack cloak around his shoulders, connecting the very top latch of it before declaring it ‘good’. Finally, setting his mask into place, using some special glue one of the drama girl’s had happily lent him, in which he thanked her in full, he pressed it down in place before deeming it glued down sufficiently. He moved away from the mirror, before turning, reflex had him grasping the end, drawing it up towards his left shoulder, and grinning darkly at the mirror. Perfect, truly. Grabbing his hat with his left hand, he dropped the cape, trying to keep his hair perfectly tousled even as he attempted to fit the hat into place. He smirked before heading out the door. The dance was held at the half finished hall, which would be totally fun, he hoped, that or it’d totally suck. Either way he was determined to at least be . . . entertained . . . It was a dance after all. He moved towards the car he’d snatched up from some sucker who was foolish enough to put it up in a round of poker. He kept it mostly hidden, knowing that anyone would go after it, especially the original owner who lost it. He slid into the driver’s side seat, and put the key into the key hole, gently turning the ignition over, and listening to it as it began to purr into life. He grinned comfortably, and put the car into reverse, backing out, before applying the brake and putting the car into drive. He began his way towards the city hall, taking the fastest way he knew. He circled the parking lot once or twice, before finding a parking spot, and zipping in quickly to avoid someone else taking it. He pulled out his cell phone, as he began walking towards the door, calling “Alright, I’m about to come in. Got my hands on the door now.” He heard some voice shriek, as the lights beneath the door dimmed, and smirked before he opened the door, instantly being bathed in eerie red light from the spot light he’d gotten someone to shine in his direction. Eerie phantom of the opera music was playing from the speakers, as he held his cape up with a wicked grin, before slowly descending down the steps, the red light following him, before he let the cape dropped, and looked at the staring individuals, before clapping, speaking out as loudly as he could, “What, never seen a real entrance before?!” Laughter issued from a few individuals who knew him, as the lights returned on, and the music returned to the normal CDs that had been planned on being played. He grinned as a few individuals congratulated him on his entrance, while some others patted him on the back. He nodded at the praise, moving towards the nearest drink bar, and kept his back to the crowd while he calmly dumped out a can of soda, refilling it with the nearest, least noticeable alcohol. He knew that there were likely to be cops in the area, and he had no intentions on getting caught. Not while he still had some more fun to participate in. created by me for the specific use of posts for Zander, lyrics to Blink 182

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Today was a party! Well if a Masquerade Ball counted as a party... no it did... she was pretty sure it did at least. After all there would be drinking (of the Diet Coke) and dancing. She was not a real partier after all but she did need to have some fun and get away from all the... well lack of socialization with anyone over the age of 10. That was the problem of working at the Elementary School... all she really got to talk to were parents, fellow teachers and kids.

The ball was very tasteful, pretty even actually. She wasn't one to talk much about these things or go to them even but she had to admit this was a pretty place and well done from her point of view at the very least. She was also easy to please so that might have something to do with it. Casso was here in a black and white striped dress that fell to her knees and had a black ribbon around her waste. She had very little make-up on as usual since she was almost never needing to impress someone. Sure sometimes she put on a little make-up when she felt down to help her feel better but she was kind of lazy with make-up which took way to much work.

She was standing around really in the party, drinking a diet coke with one of those really small straws that were red and used more for stirring. She'd spent the past... half hour or so drinking that soda because it was expensive. She had to make it last and her options were limited to begin with. No alcohol for her, the food was fairly expensive as well. Therefore she just got her soda and was making it last. The ice was pretty much melted by now but she really didn't care.

All of a sudden the lights dimmed, it was really attention grabbing. The brunette turned her head to see some guy being bathed in eerie red light walking into the party. A song from The Phantom of the Opera was playing from the speakers as he slowly descended down the steps; the red light following his movements. It was pretty weird; she had to admit it was pretty cool at the same time. People were clapping and all that good stuff... she wasn't sure why though. She had no idea who this person was and besides she had a drink in her hand.

She stayed where she was, by the bar area. The smell of alcohol was... everywhere. She'd be fine... or so she said grabbing her necklace with her free hand and breathing out deeply. The woman watched as the music and lights all returned to some upbeat pop that one would hear on the radio. The entrance person came over to the bar and got some soda. Something else was put in the drink but she decided to ignore it. "Phantom,"

[/b] she said absently, a small nod as she leaned against the bar. It was her attempt at a joke... a lame one but a her one. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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[alexander pierce whitfield]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/9314/blackwhiteplaid.png][atrb=style, border: #000000 solid 4px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Nobody likes you when your 23, and are still more amused by prank phone calls What the hell is caller ID? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? Counted it: 481 Clothed it: here Noted it: Thanks for replying dearie <333 The effect he’d caused by his entrance to this party had been perfect in his opinion, hilarious as well as attention grabbing. Which had been his intentions, so it wasn’t just a perfect entrance, but a successful one as well. He grinned as he moved through the crowd, a few individuals congratulating him on the entrance. He smirked, laughing to himself, beat that, Derek, cousin-dear. Let’s see you pull off that kind of bad ass entrance. He humored himself, though his cousin was currently not around for him to goad and taunt about it. He shook his head, the smile still hanging onto his features as he moved forward, his body posture commanding direct attention and calm determination. He was certainly no stalemate in this game of chest. He knew how to attract attention, how to keep it, and how to use it. Which was the best part of the being a Whitfield. The violence, and the fun. And the being wild. Not to mention the girls. Zander was an attractive man, just like many of the Whitfield men, so it was of little surprise that he wasn’t afraid to have some fun and be wild, especially with women around. He moved through the crowd, approaching the area where the bar was situated, quickly dumping out the can of pop to replace it with alcohol, making sure to at least match the color, and leave a hint of the pop in to mask the taste and smell of alcohol the best he could. He didn’t want to risk getting caught for Underage Drinking at this place. It’d ruin all the effects he would have created so far. He was just raising the can to his lips when he heard a feminine voice, and turned towards the sound, a faint expression crossing his feature, a mix of a smirk and a grin. Phantom Instantly he winked, putting the can down, and grasping his cape in the fist of his left hand, drawing it across his chest, so his fist was directed above his heart, as he removed his hat with his right hand, hiding it behind his back and bowing low, “Greetings, m’lady.” He addressed her, as he straightened, releasing the cape and sliding the hat back onto his messy, dark hair, “It must be true, Phantoms always attract the prettiest of angels to them, hmm?” He complimented, keeping the smooth grin on his face. “The name is Alexander, Alexander Whitfield. But, should it please the angel, she may call me Zander.” He introduced himself, before adding with a stylish grin, “And what name has the angel? For surely one so beautiful must have a name just as dazzling?” Perhaps he was laying it on a bit thick, but hey, he was in character. He was the Phantom (as she had named him), he might as well have fun as it too. created by me for the specific use of posts for Zander, lyrics to Blink 182