[MP] Phantom of the Academy

[Caleb Parker]

A MASQUERADE!? Of course Caleb was excited about any kind of party, but one where the whole point is to protect your identity and pretend to be someone you're not? He loved the thrill of trying to guess who he knew behind the masks. Plus, his sister, while she'd never admit it, was obsessed with Phantom of the Opera. She'd call him while he was at school and belt the songs when she was younger. He'd gotten her tickets to see it live for her birthday. They'd even had a Phantom themed birthday party for her and he'd dressed as the Phantom. Still had the mask and everything as it had not been that long ago.

Caleb didn't have Gerard's voice, nor did he have the smooth slicked back hair, but he could pull off dressing up. He kind of enjoyed tuxes when he had reason to wear them. And he looked good, of that he was absolutely certain, which was necessary because he had a kinda sorta date-like thing! It was only Angela, his co-worker, but that didn't make it any less of a date in his eyes and he was determined to treat her like his Christine...yeah, he'd definitely seen that movie way too much.

They'd decided to meet at the Residence, mostly because Caleb was too afraid of actually picking her up and pretending it was a date. He'd been out of the game for a while, plus this way if she got annoyed she could leave whenever she wanted to. Waiting by the entrance, he peered around for the woman, half-expecting her to have a plastic mask from some craft store on to show just how much she really didn't want to be going. It wasn't her scene, but he'd make sure she had fun. Once he spotted her, he smiled and waved his hand up over his head like a doofus in a Phantom mask, very un-phantom like. "ANGE!!!"

[Angela Knight]

A masquerade? Angela was no stranger to parties, but she could not say she ever attended a masquerade before. She only read about them in books and watched in movies which was what she would be doing that evening if it was not for a certain someone who went by the name Caleb Parker. She still could not believe he managed to convince her to go for it with him.

Since they were meeting there, that meant she would be driving herself so there was no way the twenty year old would go for a floor length dress. Instead, she opted for... Well basically the opposite. She quite like the short dress and its starry pattern. Angela put on her silver mask (which she did not buy from some craft store), got out of her car, locked it and walked up to the entrance of the Bellefonte residence.

She did not have to wonder where Caleb was because she instantly recognized the voice calling her name. Truthfully, she did not know anyone else that would call her with such enthusiasm.

"If a masquerade is about false show and pretenses, I have to admit I fail at it terribly. You recognized me almost immediately, Cal," she said with a small pout, though Angela was not really bothered by it. "Guess we can just call it a night then." Of course she meant that jokingly, but sometimes what Angela say and mean did not always coincide with each other.