"Fine, enough's enough." with that, Penelope begrudgingly pulled herself from under the wad of covers she'd practically been melded into for the last two hours. She didn't know what else to do. She had tried every resource available to her to find a way off of campus, but to her dismay, she could only find two. Each of which boasted equally stern if not aggressive security guards who refused to her leave no matter what she did. She guessed at this point she only had one other option. She would take her time, and plan a better escape..maybe she could even get the other students help, but in the meantime, she decided it'd be best to just play along. "And playing along means going to the damn ball..." she huffed under her breath. She wasn't particularly looking forward to it, but she'd already gotten her gown a few days before, and it would have been a shame to let it go unused anyway. It would have been waiting in the hall for her by now, along with her mask and shoes. A quick soak in the tub to ease her nerves later and she was ready to go.
She arrived at the dance hall after the others, but quickly made her way to the changing area without notice. There she meticulously straightened her usual mound of strawberry curls until each strand was pin straight. Two loose braids adorned with little golden clips traveled directly down the sides and kept her hair from falling in her face. A sigh of relief washed over her as soon as she'd finished. The hard part was over. The makeup came easy, and though she wore a mask she still decided to make up the rest. When she was finished even she could hardly recognize herself, but that was the point she assumed, and admittedly, she was almost having fun. She slipped on her dress and mask then, and gave herself one final look over in the mirror. A single nod of approval to herself and she was on her way to join the others.
With grace and ease she glided down the long stairway, and joined the others. She was used to the elaborate balls her family and friends would throw every so often, but of course, none of them had been this kind. With a smile she made her way to the refreshments and sipped slowly from a wine glass, looking over the others to take them all in. Everyone was dressed rather handsomely and given she hadn't even formally met everyone yet, she couldn't quite recognize anyone. Perhaps this could be..fun?
She arrived at the dance hall after the others, but quickly made her way to the changing area without notice. There she meticulously straightened her usual mound of strawberry curls until each strand was pin straight. Two loose braids adorned with little golden clips traveled directly down the sides and kept her hair from falling in her face. A sigh of relief washed over her as soon as she'd finished. The hard part was over. The makeup came easy, and though she wore a mask she still decided to make up the rest. When she was finished even she could hardly recognize herself, but that was the point she assumed, and admittedly, she was almost having fun. She slipped on her dress and mask then, and gave herself one final look over in the mirror. A single nod of approval to herself and she was on her way to join the others.
With grace and ease she glided down the long stairway, and joined the others. She was used to the elaborate balls her family and friends would throw every so often, but of course, none of them had been this kind. With a smile she made her way to the refreshments and sipped slowly from a wine glass, looking over the others to take them all in. Everyone was dressed rather handsomely and given she hadn't even formally met everyone yet, she couldn't quite recognize anyone. Perhaps this could be..fun?