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Lady Alexanthia Medan, instead of riding in a carriage, decided to come on horseback. She wasn't really like most ladies in that she saw things... differently. People would say she's excessively greedy, but spends big. Her own parents had died a while back, someone had them killed. Stabbed to death in their sleep. She recovered from their death unusually quickly though, and as expected, inherited everything of theirs.

... Perhaps if people knew she'd killed them herself they'd know why she recovered so quickly, and they'd think less of her....

Thinking about how she'd gotten away with it brought a smirk to her face. She was definitely not like most other ladies. She'd found that killing gave her a big thrill. Most of her life, people had usually thought of her as harmless because she was so small. Twenty years old and she was 5'4" tall! Taking the life of her parents just made her feel so powerful! Nearing the manor, she let her smirk grow beneath her mask...

Her mask had no face on it at all. The only thing it had on it were the eye holes, the designs of which curved up at the outside edges of them, and the paint up the front of the faceless, plain mask. A dagger , the handle around the mouth with the handleguard just under where her nose would be, the blade stretching up between the eyes of her mask. The mask itself was white, but the knife was black, and at the tip of the knife, it looked as if there were blood trailing down the blade, three drops ending just above eye level along the knife and the side of it, red trailing up from them to the daggers edge...

She dressed quite well enough. Her dress was black. Almost everything she wore anymore was black. Long black gloves reached up past her elbows, and fancy black shoes adorned her feet. The skirt of her dress at her sides drooped down from the waist to her upper thighs, meeting up just before coming to the front of the dress, exposing skin on either side of her hips. The top of her dress hugged her belly and chest nicely, the top of said dress, a V forming at the center of the chest, again exposing plenty of skin but hiding enough. What wasn't easily seen was two straps on her thighs underneath the skirt of her dress that each held a sheathed dagger.

She wasn't just coming here to the party to meet people...

A Harlequin upon a horse rode up, harking out a harrowing and haughty laugh following his hopeful message. She grinned under her expressionless facade, for the festivities were soon to begin. She brought her hand up to cover the mouth on her mask, looking slowly from side to side as if to express some sort of shock. This was a cheap means to two ends. It not only was a way to attract attention, but a way to see who bought into this ploy. However, those who looked, and really everyone around her were of no interest. She wanted those who were out there, ridiculous and extravegent. Those who seemed bored with life. Those like her.

Victoria started to slowly move forward, elegantly and seductively. She placed one foot directly in front of the other, swinging her hips with every step. And every time her hips moved in one direction, her head moved in the other. As she encountered others along the path, she paid them no heed, she merely waved them away or quite literally shoved them from her path. It was no manner for a lady to be acting, but she didn't really care, she merely wanted to get inside. After a few minutes of just walking, she had made it to the doors. She grinned under her mask, not yet entering. She wanted to wait a moment, the suspense building up inside her, to make her entering all that much more important.

[I suppose everyone else is too masculine to attend a dance, aye? whee ]

Alexanthia smirked at the sound of the call. I wonder how many opportunities will present themselves...? Oh i'm quite sure we'll get plenty, but we'll have to be extra careful! We don't want to attract any attention while sending someone to their death... But we could also just make some friends, couldn't we? It is such a lovely party, everyone seems to be having fun already. The right corner of her lips twitched beneath the mask. Shut up! Who cares about them!? I certainly don't! Besides, they're probably here looking to take advantage of someone... Like that one there. Look at him, one of the first to the doors. I want to stab him first... But he's dressed so nicely, and he's not bothering anyone- He's bothering ME! Her face turned to a glare beneath the mask. Shut up, damn you! The voices silenced. That was better. Her expression relaxed and she grew a smile again. She'd have to get someone to keep them quiet, but she didn't mind that at all...

She approached the door, smiling beneath her mask, looking to Miles for a moment. The smile was out of habit. She knew he couldn't see it. She didn't say anything just yet, because she was sure someone had something to say at the beginning of the party... Some sort of announcement or other. She didn't mind. It just gave her time to take in the place and take mental notes of where might be an ideal spot to kill someone...