The Masquerade of The Shores

New York is hosting a Masquerade Ball. All are welcome and encouraged to participate. Whoever is judged to have the most intriguing, creative response will win $2,000,000. Everyone who attends will receive a prize.

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New York was hosting its Masquerade ball in the Cathedral of Saint Patrick. Known for its beautiful statues and paintings that seemed to speak directly to the individuals who would look at it. They held certain sense inspiration that most couldn't help but receive joy just by looking at it. The drapes of the church fell purple, the royal color of old, as they awaited for the messiahs return. The marble floors and the wooden pews all spoke of the glory it was to serve their King. Around the Cathedral one could hear the footsteps echoing around. It was like a priest ready to say mass just one more time. 

Carefully walking around the dessert table stood a woman with golden hair falling just past her shoulders. Her long red dress covered her all the way to the tips of her heels. When asked what her name was she simply responded, Cherry. She moved slowly letting her fingers gently touch the table as her eyes slowly gaze over waiting for the arriving guests. Her masked simple yet intriguing. It was red like her dress with a black stripe that went from the eyes to the sides. Her fingers only held one ring and it was on her right hand while her neck carried a string of pearls that matched her earrings. She was certainly well off if she was able to have this much on. She found herself frustrated that she was the only person who showed up to the New York masquerade and started wondering if anyone else was going to arrive. 

A little flustered with the directions she was given to the ball, having taken at least three wrong turns to get there, Queen takes a breath before entering the cathedral, her dark blue gown flowing behind her like a gentle wave on the ocean. The black velvet mask on her face hides her flushed cheeks, thankfully, and she surveys the area. The size of the room had taken her breath away, which was really a pity as she just had gotten it back, seeming even larger due to the lack of guests filling the spaces. She spots Cherry by the dessert table. Not one to seem to eager, she leisurely makes her way over admiring the decor as she goes as she regains her calm composure. Arriving at the table she offers Cherry a sweet smile before breaking the silence. 

"I swear how many Saint Patrick cathedrals are there in New York? Do forgive my tardiness but I couldn't find the blessed place." She giggles softly and snags an eclair off of the looming tower of pastrys, brushing her dark hair from her face as Queen takes a bite. After swallowing, She adds, "by the way, how many are we expecting to show tonight?"

Snow was a pretty muscular man, even though he barley ever trained. His skin was black which always made him wonder, why did his parents call him Snow. He was an easy going young man, who liked to have fun. Even though he was pretty shy with people he didn't know, he was the most confident among his friends. He really enjoyed boxing, espacially watching it. He would go down to stadiums and watch fights almost every week.

He was taking a small walk in the outskirts of New York, when he heard a scream from inside the asylum. "What was the that?" he mumbled. "I better go see for myself!" He runs towards the asylum and smashes the entrance door. "What have I gotten myself into..." he thinkes to himself, walking inside the creepy building.