Masquerade || C L O S E D || journalofvoices
This was definitely not happening.
Hotaru turned the silver mask over in her palms, the cool metal providing comfort to the small woman. She hated parties with a vibrant passion, but she was required to go to help raise funding for her department. And after all, it was for charity...
She looked down at her dress, before putting the handcrafted piece of metal upon her face. It was almost time, and there was no way she was riding her motorcycle in a dress.
With a sigh, she began to walk towards the party, arriving fairly early. There weren't as many people as she thought- thank the gods - but there was still enough to make her slightly nervous.
She squeaked as she bumped into someone, stumbling back slightly. Oh, damn. "S-Sorry---are you alright?" She adjusted her mask, blue eyes peering at the unfortunate victim.
