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Post by Elizabeth Harlow on Jul 19, 2014 2:49:51 GMT
Elizabeth held the glass in her hand, and took a small sip. The liquid ran down her throat, and she continued to watch those on the dancefloor. Under her dress, she lightly tapped her foot to the beat, but she didn't want to attract attention to herself by moving and dancing in place. Better keep moving, she thought. She finished off her glass before placing it on a server's tray and walked about the room. She stopped to make small talk with a few commanders, and guests. Expressing her views lightly, but not pushing her views of the war. Didn't want to start an uproar.
Elizabeth stood with a group of young ladies, and was making small talk and they giggled and looked at all the officers as they passed. Really? IS that what most young ladies these days cared about? Elizabeth inwardly rolled her eyes, and sighed softly. She folded her hands in front of her and looked over her shoulder, and did see one person that she knew. It was Captain Jack Aubrey of the Intrepid, a fine man and a brave one. Finally, maybe she will get some decent company. She excused herself, and was about to make her way to say hello when she was blocked by an older gentleman, a General of the Navy perhaps? When he approached her, she glanced at him up and down once, and curtsied slightly. He asked her to dance, and she got giddy. Her first dance of the night! She looked into his eyes and then his hand. " Yes, thank you. I'd be delighted," she said softly and looked quickly over at Capt. Aubrey's direction, and then followed the gentleman to the dancefloor. |
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Post by Clarissa Trevelyne on Jul 24, 2014 18:11:01 GMT
Clarissa had far better things to do than be at some ridiculous loyalist ball. She hated leaving her home in the care of her barn hands who did not know how to run a business, and she knew she would be overwhelmed for weeks after her return trying to right the books. Her father was a business man, but had he forgotten how a business worked? She needed to be at home in the barn, not shoved in some dress parading around to a bunch of British officers.
Certainly she did clean up pretty. Once Clarissa had grown into herself, she always had. Her father had told her to bring this particular dress, made of a light cream colored fabric that accented sunkissed skin and dark, chocolate hair. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant style on the back of her head, though a few tendrils were falling down and teasing the sides of her face and the back of her neck. Gliding between her handsome, silver haired General father and her equally handsome, dark haired brother, Clarissa was a figure to be seen.
It seemed the ball was in full swing by the time she arrived, which allowed Clarissa and her family to make an entrance. She was in the room for only long enough to wave a polite hello to a few of the others at the party before General Trevelyne took his daughter's hand and lead her to the floor. And he displayed her like a picture, the two swirling through the room in a practiced, matching gait, Clarissa a flourish of elegance and color until the song ended. While Randall reappeared at his father's side so the two could go socialize with the other officers in the room.
And Clarissa excused herself to wander the room, at some point ending up at the side of a gentleman apparently in the Royal Navy (Jack Aubrey). Smiling her dazzling, white smile up at him, she grasped a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, and looked up at the officer. "And have you gained your land legs back, Sir?" Her voice was soft and playful, icy blue eyes watching his face.
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Post by William Howe on Jul 28, 2014 2:34:02 GMT
The commander-in-chief smiled and led Elizabeth to the dance floor. He considered himself a fair dancer and could most certainly lead a woman well. There was a brief pause by the orchestra as they prepared to play another minuet. Howe carried himself with grace and poise fitting of one of his social status. He kept silent for the first several bars of the piece to enjoy simply dancing with a lovely young woman. He spied Elizabeth Loring also dancing with a handsome gentleman of apparent wealth. "I don't believe I caught your name, Miss." He kept his voice low so only his partner would hear.
People were likely to have one of two reactions to a social faux pax by the general. The first would be to turn a blind eye to the matter and pretend it never happened. The other would be to make a giant show out of it. Gossip was all too common particularly among the women in Howe's opinion. A bit of slander could ruin his reputation in society even if not on the battlefield. Used to people recognizing him on sight, Howe didn't realize that his dancing partner didn't know who he was.
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Post by Nathaniel Sutton on Jul 28, 2014 23:44:04 GMT
Nathaniel feigned a smile as the woman who had caught his attention spoke of a loyalist captain, he gagged a little as she spoke of him before he coughed. Gently he nodded as she spoke not wanting to blow his cover. The woman was a beauty though it looked to him as if she had made an ill-advised introduction between the two men as they met each other. He did not care to meet the man he had more important matters to attend to as he went through the motions. As for the Captain he himself looked like he did not wish to be a part of this either. “It is a pleasure”, he replied respectfully as he looked over at the door, “Lt. Farrow”, he answered as he began weaving his story to please those around his being there.
He had false papers that told of a commission that might go along with his story as he looked around casually for an escape route if he needed it as more people seemed to become more interested in their little group. Nathaniel cursed himself silently as the people there seemed to want to know every detail about him by the mere look in their eyes, damn it all to hell he thought.
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Post by Ronald Norris on Jul 30, 2014 5:19:56 GMT
Ron opened his mouth to day something witty when the blonde Scottish girl left but didn't have time to, she left him rather quickly... Was it something he-- HEY FOOD! He casually made his way over to the tables that had food, he would certainly have to thank the hostess, whoever she was and began nonchalantly sneaking sweetmeats from the cake to the right of him before wiping his fingers on a handkerchief from his pocket as he watched the other guests dancing away... None of the other ladies were anywhere near his age and it looked like the officers were clearly occupied with them. He ate another candied plum before he saw a couple performing the minuet in front of the crowd-- weren't they a little late? the minuet was supposed to be the first thing danced at a ball and it was danced to pay compliments to the host or whoever was the most important one in the room. He folded his arms and leaned back watching the couple dance it; his cousin taught it to him when she needed to practice, but he's since forgotten the steps. He saw the navy captain talking to some girl who was... tan? Poor dear must have been working out in the sun, certainly not befitting for a lady! Hey look there was Sir Howe! Maybe he could take this moment to talk to him! Not trying to make it look like he was on a mission but failing, Ron made a casual beeline to General Howe careful not to make eye contact after he was finished dancing with some lady in a blue dress before he made a slight cough to try to garner just a little attention. He had never spoken to the officer, so it was a little unnerving, "Erm, lovely evening, isn't it, sir?" he said saluting and a polite nod to the lady, "Evening, marm."
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