WAYward Victorian Girls- Pg/pg13 (Mikey either way)

Marisol couldn't stop the minuscule smile that flew to her lips, seeing her sister take advantage of this momentary exchange of power. She looked down at her oldest sister for only a second before refocusing her eyes on the rest of her sisters.

And their new neighbor, as well.

Vivian stood as the first guest made his way up the steps. The Debutante Ball wouldn't start for several more hours, but first was a formal diner with the Guests of Honor, several well-off young gentlemen who were intrested in courting one of the twins. Vivian strode to the door, trying, for the sake of the entire family, he'd be too distracted to see Elizabeth begging at the younger sister's feet. She swept a small peice of misplaced hair from her face as she greated the stranger. He was quite handsome, and almost worth quarreling with her sister over, but though he was attractive, Vivian wasn't the one to make a mess of things. "Welcome to our home Mr. ?"She greeted with a small courtsey and an outstretched hand.

"Way. Gerard Way." He greeted and brushed his lips against her outstretched hand. "You must be Vivian, word of your beauty has reached my ears, but pardon me, it has exceded my expectations by far." His hazel eyes met my shockingly violet ones and I couldn't help but blush.

I hoped Elizabeth had straightened up as I led him into out home and began introducing her sisters.

Marisol, suddenly, was feeling quite the evil sort. She had promised herself that she would keep her mouth shut, but seeing her elder sister like this tempted her so...She knew she would pay for this greatly later, but she let the words slip from her full lips.

"Oh? Are you sure you can provide what Catriona desires, sister?"

(okay just so every one knows..I am enjoying the hell outta this...
and I figure the mysterious stranger will end up ruining EVERY SINGLE sisters' reputation, or what's left of it...I figure he goes through the WHOLE house..)



Elizabeth heard his voice and fled the room.
She would have to find a different ribbon with which to display her prized gem.

It was a rather large Opal with a row of ruby's that sparkled around it. She HAD hoped to have the deep red velvet ribbon that matched her dress. But thanks to her petulant younger sister that was not to be.

Instead she ran to her sister that was hidden away.

"Help me? You know how important this is..You were there when the gypsy said I MUST wear this tonight..That it would change my life forever.."

Her sister just nodded and went to her vanity.
She selected a piece of simple elegant Black velvet. It was almost the color of Elizabeth's hair.
She took the opal from her sister's trembling hands and slid it on the velvet. She then helped her sister secure it..

Elizabeth hugged her sister.
"It is SO unfair that you must miss this night.." Yet both the sisters knew there was nothing to be done for it.

If only the other her hidden's sister LOST twin could ever be found.

SHE was the reason all the other Girls were SO wild..They all were trying in there own way to give Mama and Papa a distraction to forget about the heart they all felt each day...

Elizabeth kissed her sister forehead.
"I shall tell you every detail of the party when I return..I promise.." and she fled from the room.
She had managed to calm herself as she swept back into the room, her gloves in hand.

(I am lovin' this too, Fleur...I take back what I said about RPing. XD)

Her eyes followed Elizabeth as she rushed out of the room. She already felt guilty for the words her mouth had expelled. She could understand her sister's desperation more and more as she examined the young man who was introducing himself to Vivian.

The hair that occasional fell in his eyes was the deepest black she has seen on a man's head, and his hazel eyes were piercing. She was glad that Elizabeth wasn't in the room when the man met her stare and smiled a small grin, causing Marisol's cheeks to turn a dark shade of pink.

She turned to her sister, the pink still tinting her pale cheeks. "He seems to be quite the charming one, doesn't he?"

Frank and Olivia ran on back roads to get to where the ball was going to be, crouching low in shadows to keep from being seen from the wrong kind of person. Especially Officer Robert, even with her new hair cut he might recognize her. When they arrived across the street from the party they saw the young man from earlier in the day checking his coat for the invitation. Frank snickered next to her, watching as he realized what happened to it and looked angrly about as if he thought he might find them.
The man at the door though seemed to know him and let him in with no trouble.
"Well, so much for your plan Frankie," Olivia muttered. "There is no way we can get in."
Frank laughed, "we do not want in there. We want what's out here. There will ba loads of carriages out here soon. Free for the picking."
Olivia threw him a sideways glance as she watched the men and women enter the party. She wondered what it would feel like to wear something that nice. All silk and lace and frills. Maybe then people wouldn't see her as just some bothersome creature on the street.
She glanced back over at Frank, watching as he gaped after some of the girls that entered the party. She elbowed him hard and, taking a cigar from his front pocket and lighting it, she led the way to where the carriages were being kept.

(Fleur, this picture reminds me of your last post as Elizabeth: http://www.intaglio-fine-art.com/images/trb160.jpg )

Marisol could tell that her Sister was not being entirely truthful, but she let it slip by without questioning her, for now her mind was filled with the girlish fantasies of what was to come at tonight's festivities.

She had never admitted it, but she did rather enjoy the dressing and primping it took to go to these balls. She loved all of the beautiful dresses and hair fixings. She found it delightful to style her hair a different, more extravagant way each time she attended these events.

But right now her mind was focused on the dancing. She had danced with many young men, but she never fancied any of them especially. All of the dances seemed to blend together into one long, dreadfully boring dance. But she hoped that maybe, just maybe tonight would be different.

She knew even calling it a long shot was an understated, but she hoped that maybe tonight she would find her hand in this handsome neighbor's, and that they would perhaps share a dance or two.

No, no, she knew this was simply a fantasy, that Elizabeth and Vivian would never allow it in a million years.

But in the very back of her skull, she continued to hope.

Suddenly Elizabeth's voice broke through Marisol's thoughts, and she quickly gathered herself together. She carefully used her slender fingers to put any unruly curls back into place before deciding that she was, indeed ready to go.

I showed him into the hall where we'd be eating shortly and though his charm was flattering, the air about him made me slightly glad to be out of his presence.

Olivia frowned looking at Robert as he scowled at passers by.
"And how are we gonna do your plan now, might I ask Frankie?"
She never liked it when Frank seemed to be poking fun at her. He probably thought she got caught on purpose or something.
"We just wait for an opening. I mean, he can't watch forever. Or..."
Olivia sighed, "Or what Frankie?"
Frank gave her an evil smile, taking back his cigar and blowing out a smokey ring toward Olivia before saying with a smirk.
"We could always use a distraction"
Olivia did not like where this was heading.