i'm a hurricane

[mira-king]

Text | willow + mira / wrong number

Willow: So... If I'm in a ball gown, my hairs a mess and I can fit through this bathroom window...

Willow: What is the likelihood of me going to Perks and finding a group of friends that will take me in and start calling me Rachel?

Mira: Is this a theoretical question or is someone in need of some assistance~?

Mira: 'take you in'? aw you sound like a lost kitten!

[lanalancasterlove]

"N-No.. I’m not crying.." Looks away. "I just think I broke my hand or whatever. Alright.."

[mira-king]

"Oh, honey," Mira coos, her face softening at the girl's sorrow. "Let me see there.."

[alec-mccandless]

"I try to be," he smirks like the little asshole that he is. 

[mira-king]

Mira's mouth opens a little, but a small smile flickers across her lips and she can't help it. At last, something of a slightly different tone, that she didn't realised she'd wanted until it came. She hides the smile quickly, but not quickly enough.

[foster-tyler-blog]

Tyler barely had the time to scout for his friends before he felt a slim arm loop in the crook of his. He turned curiously to find a dark haired woman standing beside him.

"This is certainly one way to welcome someone, isn’t it?" A soft chuckle left him, leaving behind a soft smile.

"It’s a shame masks are required. Makes it that much harder to compliment who I’m sure is a gorgeous woman, but I can say you have such nice eyes.” It had been far too long since Tyler had been partying, but it only took a matter of minutes before he fell back into his old flirtacious, easy-going habits.

[mira-king]

Mira smiled at his response, just a little, the corners of her mouth perking up like a cat; his smile was refreshing, and a welcome distraction from certain other partygoers. "You're too kind," Mira purred at his words. His voice had a boyish charm to it, but as he spoke, it matured, his nerves dripping away and leaving only a cheeky flirtatiousness that she could appreciate.

[alec-mccandless]

Is walking through the party trying to get out of it before bumping into someone. “Fuck- get out of my way!”

[mira-king]

"Charming." With but one word, she conveyed a level of disdain and pity she reserved only for moments like these, the sort of tone that stopped anyone in their tracks. Meeting his eyes and seeing the fire that burned behind the irises, her curiosity was piqued, if only a little, though her expression remained foul, superior.

[xhaleybeck]

Gemma felt a little lost, unsure of who to speak to. She didn’t like not knowing who the people were, while she had thought beforehand that a masquerade sounded fun. She wasn’t sure if the red dress was properly covering her thighs, even though it went all the way down to her knees, but she was too nervous to dance. So she stood in a corner, watching people walking by, a forced smile on her bright red lips. Perhaps she was getting too old for these kind of things.

[mira-king]

Some people just couldn't handle their liquor. Sitting in one of the lounge chairs, Mira had listened to quite enough of the man's droning on about his girlfriend or his job or whatever it was. His words slurred together, and more than once he had clumsily attempted to reach his drink with little success. True, he'd only sat down next to her a minute or so ago, but that was far longer than she'd have liked. Standing up with a swift grace, she stepped away from the chairs, a single champagne glass in her hand. Her eyes alighted on a woman draped in red, a blonde strand of hair curling around the edge of her mask. Mira could tell she was nervous, and at her false smile, she wanted to wince. In a moment, she was by her side, offering the woman a second glass of champagne that she had picked up on her way over. "Relax, you're far too stiff, that can't be comfortable. If it's company or a drink you are in need of, allow me to offer both. Unless there is something else I can acquaint you with?"

[foster-tyler-blog]

It had been a long while since Tyler found himself wearing formal attire, but a party was a party right? Even so, the uncomfortable clothing made him feel awkward when he walked into the event. “Well…better late than never I guess.” He sighed to himself, eyeing the clock to see how much longer he should stay.

[mira-king]

Mira was having a quiet moment, drinking alone at the bar. It hadn't been long since she'd last had company but she was already tired of not having company. True, there were days when she preferred to be alone, few and far between though they were, but were that the case she would not have come here tonight. Her eyes drifted across the room, soon falling a young man just walking through the door, who looked more than a little uncomfortable in his suit and tie. She tilted her head slightly, pondering the boy - for in his anxiety, his face looked so young - before finishing her last sip and strolling over, hooking her arm in his, raising her eyebrows in a wordless dare.

[elizabethashcroft-blog]

So, some pretentious ass came up to me while I was drinking Gatorade and said something along the lines of “You know that’s a sports drink, right?” 

Maybe I just wanted to taste some Frost Glacier Freeze, you douchebag. 

[mira-king]

I've come across enough pretentious asses to last a lifetime. You're not alone, darling.

[mira-king]

A vision in black, Mira stepped forward into the room. Black was subtle, yet elegant, but the cut of the dress drew more than a few eyes as she entered. She could feel their gazes linger on her figure, but she paid them no attention. Her hazel eyes wandered across the room with an austere grace, framed by the mask that curled around them, before taking another step forward. This would be a night to remember.

[mira-king]

    January 11th, 2015        making an entrance

♛ Mira King; new town, fresh start, and nothing's going to get in her way at her new life. It seems her first appearance will be at the bicentennial masquerade ball. It's the chance she has so desired to become the person she wants to be. Then again, they say old habits die hard...