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KHIYC - Redux

The Gala'vox Hotel

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a part of KHIYC - Redux, by Attie.

A [b]grand[/b] example of high society life and the gay parties they have.

Attie holds sovereignty over The Gala'vox Hotel, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A grand example of high society life and the gay parties they have.
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The Gala'vox Hotel

A [b]grand[/b] example of high society life and the gay parties they have.

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The Gala'vox Hotel is a part of New York City, NY.


3 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Marloes Samantha Bell / Vestige Character Portrait: Jackson Evan Biggs Character Portrait: Vestige; Eloise "Ellie" Bell
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#, as written by Attie
Current time: 8:37pm -- The top floor of The Gala'vox Hotel, New York City, New York

The party was loud, the room was decorated in overly lavished design, and the music was so dull and orchestrated that no one was bothering to dance but the older wealthy couples who'd finished dinner and had too much to drink. In her own corner Ellie let out a laugh, holding the wine glass with her fingers delicately laced around the thin spine. She wasn't sure what had been said, but she knew better than to not laugh at the joke.

It was your average high society party... And it seemed to drag on forever. Had it really only been twenty minutes since she arrived? Granted, checking the phone in her clutch for the time would be considered rude, but come on. With a bright smile, granting everyone little room to protest her affable appearance, she excused herself from the current cluster. A few steps back, a right around the corner, and quickened paces down the hall led her straight to the nearest washroom.

She felt it crawling up, like a spider in it's natural habitat, teeth piercing to inject you with venom until you finally... And there it was. Vomit, everywhere, all over the seat of the toilet. She gagged a few times, hands at either side of the porcelain god to stabilize herself, purging everything she'd eaten within the last hour or so. When nothing else came, she straightened up, pulling on the toilet paper and neatly folding it in to a triangle. Using it, she dabbed beneath her eyes to control the mascara that had begun to run once she'd broken a sweat working up the episode.

Staring back in to the mirror, she had a silent conversation with herself. It went about in the usual way, and somehow, her mother's voice crept in to her mind, taking over control of the conversation and demanding better results. Were those bags under her eyes? My, she was a single woman nearing thirty - a starlet, unmarried! What was she waiting for? No man was going to come around calling to a woman with the freshman five fresh at her stomach, covering up the abs she worked so hard on. Turning around to gaze at her backside, the low dip dress hinting at her shape just above her waist, she pouted at the rump she'd acquired. She made a mental note to choose her next meal much more carefully.

Ellie took one last look at her physique beneath the coral satin silks that adorned her like a Greek goddess, her curls rolling down the length of her back - covering up what her dress failed to. Starved eyes looked back at her, but the make-up applied afterward would take care of the facade to protest it. When all was said and done, she pushed against the door.

And managed to, like the poor klutz she was, smack it right in the face of a man she didn't know who'd happened by. She brought up a hand to her lips, eyes wide. Embarrassment turned to horror as she spotted the trickles of blood beginning down his nose. On a quick thought, she looked around for anyone to be watching and reached for his arm, attempting to pull him in to bathroom she'd just left. Closing the door behind her, she finally spoke, frantically humiliated. "I'm so very sorry, very sorry about your nose. Hold still and I can wipe it, okay? I'm sure there's something in here that will work."

Before he could respond she spun around, looking up in the cabinet pantry for a spare hand-towel. Naturally, she found the most expensive out of internal spite for the party and decided it would be the best to ruin with blood. Turning back to him, she let out a laugh, shaking her head as she poured some warm water from the spout on the cloth and brought it over to him. "Come on, lean your head back on the back of the toilet. It'll stop soon. - Oooh, did I break it? God, I hope not." As he leaned back, she dotted his face with the wet portion of the towel, biting her lip as she leaned over him for a better view.

When the bleeding finally stopped, she let out another laugh and winked, "I really am sorry. You'll be okay, now? I'll make it up to you. Save me a dance back out there?" Without another word, she fluttered out the door with her dress trailing behind her. Back to the ballroom, to forget any of it ever happened and to put as much distance between the awkward encounter as possible before word got out to the magazines that she was 'assaulting' patrons and celebrities in passing. -- Or dragging them to the bathroom with her during a party. How scandalous! My publicist would have a field day... Did I really just ask him to dance with me?