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	.: Jareth :. Name: Jareth ID: EU106M Gender: Male Sub-Species: Euclides Rank: Director Breed: Feline Type: Masquerade Mutations: None Accessories: Mask, Gloves, Twisted legbands Notes: His mask's theme is 'Demons' .: I will dance until I can dance no more :. Jareth sauntered down the theatre hall, a flow of red and black spots against the lush satin and carved wood decor. He emerged at the base of the stairs leading up to boxes -- a grandiose chamber, all gold, crystal and glimmer, with marble steps that sparkled with shine and good care. His demonically red-mottled mask shone with polish in the multi-faceted light, and he admired his reflection appreciatively in the gold-plated walls. There was nothing like a well-maintained posh theatre to set off ones looks, no? Continuing on his way, he mounted the steps, his paws making soft tapping sounds on the cold, hard surface. The Masquerade ball was downstairs, on the stage, but Jareth enjoyed this route better than the quicker, through-the-halls approach. Besides, there were only so many times that he got to visit a theatre as rich as this one; he wanted to make the most of the experience. Emerging from the ornate staircase-hall, he found himself in a small antechamber, decorated with a bright mural on the ceiling depicting several amorous gods chasing after a flock of naked nymphs. Poor taste, in his opinion, but some people were into that. Crossing to the embossed double doors, he nudged them open, pausing momentarily as a wave of sound washed over him. Slipping out into the dark, shadowed balcony, he navigated the crimson-upholstered seats, his steps light and in time with the music. Beneath him, cloaked and masked figures bobbed and swirled, weaving around each other in an ornate dance. He passed through the plain, unornamented door that led to the backstage access hall, the music and merriment becoming a muffled hum as it swung shut behind him. He descended the wooden stairs gracefully, and walked quickly down the hall until he came to another unmarked door. He emerged behind the fold of a huge, dark red curtain, its curving length obscuring his entrance from the gamboling Euclide beyond. He paused briefly to preen, then took a deep breath, smiled, and stepped onstage. This was his element – the colors, the music, the secretively masked dancers. His feet moved easily to the beat, and a pretty femme swung around to face him. He bowed; she curtsied…and Jareth danced.