|
Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 25, 2007 22:07:48 GMT 1
((OOC: @@; ::drowns:: Um… Valencia isn’t the only thing going on at the party…)) Meanwhile…A tall, thin, twig-like blonde woman was walking around in her scarlet red dress with a pale white mink on her shoulders. What people may not notice right away was that the fur boa she was wearing was probably some sort of endangered species she was toting around for cosmetics. Her long bony face surveys the ballroom as her crimson lips curled up into a smile when she saw someone interesting. She approached a tiny crowd surrounding a strapping young soccer player, who was really vibrant in his storytelling. This was Carl Edgeton, the once missing Cartford participant from the Nameless Game, also known as Match-head. The woman stops several feet away from the group as soon as he mentions the clincher to his tale… [CARL]: “—I don’t know who did it, BUT THEY TOOK MY FRIGGIN’ KIDNEY.” The rich member of some sort of unknown and probably shady organization backed away from the group, suddenly finding it a bad idea to talk to this young man who was temporarily abducted during an unauthorized game. Especially after he just outright said that he didn’t have surgery prior to the event… Meanwhile…If all the other times Valencia was sealed inside a box or trapped somewhere with li’l elbowroom didn’t count, it’s easy to say that she was beginning to feel a smidge claustrophobic. Let’s be honest now… There’s only so much you can eat in peace until a bunch of people make you feel uneasy. She swallowed a bite of John’s food and it wasn’t long until she was offered more food (mental yay) and… Well, felt the need to get some air. She was being asked a bunch of questions to strike up a friendly conversation, but it wasn’t as though she wanted to answer… She pulled Zerreth’s coat, that Li gave her, closer and noticed the note in the back pocket. Valencia read it quickly before putting it away. Well that was nice.She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, trying to zone out all the different stimuli that called for her attention. One by one, Valencia sorted through them as much as she could. “It’s… Nice to make an acquaintance, Victor. I am Valencia.” Valencia didn’t like throwing her name around so casually, but she did what she had to. She didn’t know the Frankenstein’s creation’s name, nonetheless she thanked him for the food. “Gratitude… I really do appreciate the gesture.” One less starving person in the world, indeed. She wasn’t full, but at least she wasn’t starving. Valencia tilted her head towards Alasdair’s direction and said quietly… “The food is good… Most parties I’ve been to have li’l servings that don’t always satisfy me, but I have a feeling that I’ll sleep easy tonight. I don’t mind you sitting here, but I’ll be going in a bit. My friends are probably off doing some sort of tomfoolery and forgot their ‘mission’.” They didn’t necessarily forget, per se, but there was no other way for Valencia to describe her zany buddies. As she got up, a ruckus was being made between the Blue Spirit and Dracula. She mentally snickered due to the many layers of irony… Y’know, Dracula cowering… The fiery Zuko totally not being the Blue Spirit… Valencia had to admit, the acting was pretty good (if it was acting). It finally clicked that the Blue Spirit was Tiao and she felt the need to thank him later, even if his efforts to clear away the masses was more violent than Li and Zerreth’s subtle method. Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right? Then, another familiar face showed up. This time, it was Odin dressed as Gambit. If Valencia didn’t know better, she would’ve thought that he stole the costume from a movie set. You don’t see costumes like those in shops… It reeks of custom-made. “Oh… Hello Odin… Yes, I am a little cold, but not like some time ago. I appreciate your thoughts, but I can make do with just one jacket. I’m going to look for my friends now… They said they’d be off to get some food and towels, but I haven’t seen them since.” Meanwhile…This was the moment Ruth and Gladys were waiting for. The moment they heard that the mansion had a haunted decorative scheme, they were dying to explore almost every single room that was available on the map. They refused help from any undead maids and butlers that attempted to spook them (to no avail) while the fairy and the cowgirl wandered down corridors and opened random doors. Sure, they were obviously going the wrong way in terms of getting food and towels for Valencia, but being the clever, conniving pair they were, they assumed that she’d get help somehow on her own. Not necessarily voluntarily, but she needed to open up in a different setting. Not in accidental settings like at the supermarket or some other private moment. Ruth stopped in her tracks the moment she saw something interesting through a door crack, leading to her girlfriend bumping into her. [RUTH]: “Whoa… Take a load of that!” Gladys leaned closer to Ruth and got a better view of the thing they were watching. [GLADYS]: “Holy smokes… And they couldn’t fit it in the kitchens--?!” [RUTH]: “IT’S CANDY MOUNTAIN!!”
|
|
|
Post by Li on Oct 25, 2007 22:19:54 GMT 1
(Zerreth) They met up in the library. If he remembered correctly, there were billiards tables there and he was quite particular of billiards. Whereas the ball room was loud, distracting and crowded, the billiards room had a bit more of a.... refined touch to it.There weren't as many decorations and besides the typical couples, everyone seemed to have an interest in actually playing. He was in a two-on-two match with a "hobo" and a "goth." However, upon careful inspection, Zerreth believed that the goth rather came as himself since: A. It seemed to suit him a bit too well and B. It's pretty goth of someone to simply dress up as... themself... Regardless, they were good and so was he as he played alongside a "biker girl." Her costume was so well done he believed that she could simply be part of Hell's Angels based on looks alone. Waiting for hobo to play, Zerreth turned to look at Li. Considering it was a library, Li already sunk his face into what appeared to be a Russian novel. "How is it?" "Fine, but the corners are still glued together." Zerreth smiled as he remembered a similar situation from "The Great Gatsby." As much as he hated that book, there were memorable parts. "Hey, mafioso. Your turn." "Right."
As he lined up his shot he heard the biker girl speak. "You know. As great as this party is. Something seems really off about it. I mean, it's not that I haven't heard of 'Joaquin' but rather why a Halloween party? And you guys read that invitation right? What the hell's up with that?" As he pocketed the one ball in the corner pocket he spoke as he went to line up his next shot. "I've been hearing that a couple times. While I get that it's odd for a rich bastard to waste this much money for a social event involving multiple aspects of Californian society to mingle. But can't we just give him the benefit of the doubt and say that it was through the sheer benevolence of his heart?" He looked up to see the others staring at him. "No?" They shook their heads. He shrugged as he lined up and struck the cue ball.
|
|
|
Post by akira on Oct 25, 2007 22:53:47 GMT 1
Akira was walking though the halls of Hircine during lunch break one day and accidentally overheard a small group of students talking about a party. This caught Akira's attention so he decided to find out more about it. "So Baldy, you comin or not?" Said one student to another, he simply replied with a shake of his head. Akira then jumped into the conversation "Hey, what party you guys on about?" Akira said politely. "Some rich dude is throwing a party, he is inviting all the schools apparently, gonna be held at some big mansion thing, here read this?" Akira took the page that was given to him, patted the student on the head then slowly reading to himself walked away. ~Halloween party eh... Now all i need is a costume." Shortly after school had finished Akira called up one of his designer friends "Hey, Alice, yeah it's me. Listen, i need a costume for a Halloween party, think you have one i could borrow? Really? Awesome, ill meet you at your house tonight. Thanks again." Night of the partyAkira had put on his costume and hitched a ride with a few others who were going to the party, everyone else in the car was either a gangster, or a vampire. Akira didn't pay enough attention to them to really choose which one it was. A quick five minute drive and they had parked the car and made their way to the door of the huge mansion ~Heh heh, oh how the rich live such fabulous lives.~ Akira though, he walked in to the mansion last. Standing just infront of the doorway wearing his Cowboy costume, Akira scouted the place out looking for anybody important. He knew practically everyone at school in some way, either just form hearing about them or actually speaking to them. Akira saw Tiao sitting down next to a wall ~Well he looks his usual happy self.~ Looking to the other side of the room he noticed Valencia sitting down being hounded by a small group of guys ~Interesting costume. Ill have to make a note of saying hi to her sometime tonight.~ Akira placed his hands in his pockets and walked up to a group of his friends from another school, creeping up behind two of them he signaled for the others to act normal, and when he got close enough to them he pulled out his metal replica revolvers and putting one to each of the boys heads "Reach for the sky dirtbags!" Akira said in the cheesiest voice he could think of, but shortly after burst out laughing along with the rest of the group. "So, anybody interesting besi... WOW! Catch you guys later" Akira walked off in a different direction while in the middle of the sentence and walked up to a girl he recognised "Alice... I didn't know you were coming tonight" Akira said with a slight smile. "Now now, i don't have to tell you everything about my life do I?"she replied with a slight smile "Well, may i say you look rather stunning this evening." Akira said as he examined her and the costume which happened to consist of nothing more than a Bikini, a pair of tight black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. "Yes you may, now i hate to cut this short but I'm going to mingle with some friends. So i will catch you later." Akira watched as she walked off before turning back to face the rest of his friends who were stairing at him as if they were judging him "Come now friends, no need to be like that. Hows about you guys go get something to eat and ill catch up with you later, hmm?" The guys chatter and nodded in agreement before slwoly dispursing to raid the food. ~Now, to find some interesting people. Let the party begin.~ Akira though as he began to slowly walk around the room. (OOC:Feel free to stop Akira as he is wondering around.)
|
|
John Ong
Newcomer
MISSING IN ACTION
Get outa' my way...
Posts: 13
|
Post by John Ong on Oct 25, 2007 22:53:57 GMT 1
"Welcome."
Yep.... Party animal... Anyways, John scarfed up some more food, and when she mentioned her friends, he did remember... That cowgirl was hot. He didn't bother answering any questions, but common cuertisy to answer a thank you was built in... He wasn't sure if they would be able to deal with not getting his name, but that was fine with him. One of the kids from before pointed out the remote control for the T.V. John was planning to steal... Hmm, maybe that Cowgirl would want to steal it and go back to his place to... 'Watch' some T.V. Sadly unknown to John was she swung for the other team, but eh.
The dracula from before had pointed out someone was getting pissed about all the people swarming this girl Valencia? Yeah that was her name, jeeze, too many names to remember today. He took another drink of his punch and walked over to this odd person who was angry about something John didn't understand. So in his usual manner he would stare at the guy, not standing very far from him. Still out of reach by arm or foot. And he'd just stare. Finally he'd say something.
"You got a problem?"
John really didn't like this guy already. His attitude was too similer to Malice. Of course, John wasn't gonna stand for his crap, sending someone else to do your work. Pissed him off a bit more than you would think. Of course, the same could be said for why John was even at Hircine in San Fran instead of being back at 259 in L.A.
|
|
|
Post by alasdair on Oct 25, 2007 23:45:33 GMT 1
Alasdair only smirked at Tia's actions and the other's the message was delivered <Te many people for a single lass..> yet Tiao's atitude was indeed what the other thought about it a slight pain in the ass, no wonder why he was alone not to mention that the costume really made game with his whole being himself all day long, so Alasdair only looked at Tiao and made a light smirk as he looked at Valencia "Ah take ma leave Miss Valencia have a nice party." he said seriously, as he looked at Victor and the rest of the party "Victor, Odin and Sir's I take my leave..."with this he walked towards Tiao was, in fact he wanted a word with the Pillar yet for now he could at least give a pice of advice yet before going the other guy got a little explosive, Alasdair only looked at him and smirked "Ye will only gett yerr arse kicked ladd." saying it to himself.
Looking this was going to get busy Alasdair A.K.A: "William Wallace" began to walk towards the ball room, on the way he recieved his good amount of whistles and complements such as "Where are you going lovely." or "Nice dress dude!", really he gave a fuck, as he got into where they where dancing and got some more food and sat down in nearby table and began to it, as guy dressed like a goth came to him and almost smiled instantly "Well I be damned....Isn't it the Crimson King!" said the guy literally shouting.
Alasdair got up and was about to get into violent mode when he automatically recognise the guy "Josh!!! Wha' da bloody fuck are ya doing here!!!" he shouted while he hugged Josh who was dressed like a goth.
"Just here man you know!! Parting singing all day long." said Josh with a light smile while he sat down with Alasdair and smiled "We missed you man!!! Where's Kailina haven't seen her around the party!!" said looking around.
Alasdair got a little serious expresion "On da hospital, she suffered from an acciden' back in Denver, ye had moved from da school since den." he said seriously.
Josh looked at Alasdair "Sorry to hear that man...." said Josh looking down as he changed theme "Ohhh now you are here we could play something you know!! The whole gang is here!! Let me go and find them, Melissa will laught her head off when she see's you in that dress!!" he said laughting.
Alasdair looked at him and showed him the middle finger "Fuck Aff." with this Josh walked away satisfied gong to find whoever he had in mind while Alasdair sat down and enjoyed the food and the drink.
|
|
|
Post by rougestar21 on Oct 26, 2007 0:10:18 GMT 1
Jonas graciously accepted the remote from the stranger and began to sit down, at least until he looked over his shoulder. It seems that a few of the guests at the party did not seem to share in the spirit of the party, and were harboring ill repute for Tiao. Granted, he was being a dirtbag, or something reminiscent of a forty year old man in a wife-beater yelling for another Brewski, but a fight here might not have the best consequences. Even when (Jonas assumed when and not if) Tiao bested the two, he might look like a loose cannon, and attract a host of new enemies, making a repeat performance of Jonas's last party in NYC. Above all tonight, Jonas wanted to save face and promote an honorable facade for Revelation.
Jonas put the remote down and moved over to the punch bowl in a quick stride, retrieving two glasses; after all, nothing puts out a fire like a drink, especially if it's a metaphorical fire. He then identified the two most likely catalysts for a fight, a Frankenstein and a Spanish masquerade, and quickly offered them the punch.
"Hey, I bet I could beat both you guys in pool, and yes, I do mean bet..." Jonas smiled devilishly as he reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a few ten dollar bills.
|
|
|
Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Oct 26, 2007 0:18:21 GMT 1
Tiao was happy, though not outwardly so, to see many of the men around Valencia begin to disperse. He was actually contemplating rising from his seat and speaking with Valencia, just before he saw yet another male approach her. Odin Reeves, the one that Tiao had scuffled with on the first day of the transfer students. It was interrupted, and even though the fight started on foolish premises as it was looking back, Tiao couldn't help but feel there was unfinished business. Regardless, now wasn't the place.
Frustrated and frankly at a loss, Tiao rose from his seat, swinging the swords back onto place on his back. Turning his head in the direction of the stairs, Tiao was about to go to another part of the room in order to at least try to enjoy himself one way. After all, he had an image to keep up with. However, he was cut off as Frankentein's Monster stepped in front of him, not doing well to ease Tiao's agitation.
"Yeah, and right now its a corpse to be dressed as one standing in my way. Do you want something?"
|
|
Santiago
Newcomer
MISSING IN ACTION
Posts: 43
|
Post by Santiago on Oct 26, 2007 0:28:16 GMT 1
"Well this party sounds pretty interesting. Wonder who is gonna be there? Then again I don't know that many people in Hircine, whatever, this'll be a good opportunity to get to know some random people and hopefully make some friends."
As Santiago sped down the highway towards the designated exit that the direction indicated, he was a tad bit anxious, hopefully he wasn't the only person with a costume, which he highly doubted, but one could never know until the arrival. He was a bit late but he didn't really care, being fashionable late wasn't to bad, besides if the party wasn't to hype at the moment his arrival might help to add to the mood. He was going to bug out a bit for this soirée, he wanted to have a real fun time at this party, possibly get drunk and or meet a cute girl, Who knew. With music blaring out of his car speakers he weaved in and out of the other cars following the speed limit, he wanted to get to the party at a good time so that he didn't miss to much of it, it sounded like it was going to be fun, what with all the free food and different activities. Plus the pool sounded sexy, which is why he also brought a bathing suit. His costume was pretty cool, since he loved video games so much he decided to dress-up as his favorite bad ass character, Dante from Devil May Cry, he doubted that anyone would be wearing the same stuff as he was, but one could never know.
As he approached the exit, he tensed up a bit on the steering wheel to catch the turn at the end of ramp and drift into the lane he needed to take. Approaching the end of the ramp, he pulled up the E-brake and turned the wheel to the left hard, the car fishtailed to the left and he pressed the brake to slow the car a bit and pull down the E-brake, this caused the entire car to slide to the left, but as this happened Santiago slammed the gas and the car shot forward catching a yellow light right before it changed to red. On his way merrily to the party he felt a bit lost because the area was very suburban, almost rural. He was way to used to the city but thanks to his GPS in the car he was able to find his way through the woods.
----10 minutes later----
Driving into the mansion's driveway, the courtyard was immense, and the house was even bigger, all he could think was (DAMN! This dude is L-O-A-D, LOADED.), as he approached the mansion he was overcome with excitement as he saw that the party was in full swing, when he arrived at the door he saw there was valet parking and all he could do was smile as he stopped his car at the door and got out with he fake plastic replica sword and replica guns, he felt like an asshole a bit with the costume on, but whatever, it was a costume party and he was dressed for the occasion, plus he had his bathing suit under the crimson pants, so he was good to throw it of at the sight of the pool.
Heading inside he walked into a big crowd of people who seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, so he decided to join in, before he could take another step a paper appeared in-front of him, it was a map of the mansion, he simply nodded and grabbed the map from the butler's hand and head off. He stared at the map a bit before deciding where to go, after a few seconds he saw that there were billiards, so he decided to head to the room where that was. After a few minutes of walking he found the room and he walked into to it. Seeing a few people in the room he sat down and waited for his turn or for someone to ask him to join the game.
|
|
|
Post by victor on Oct 26, 2007 2:01:56 GMT 1
OOC: Sorry if it seems like we're swarming you Valencia! We know there's plenty else going on.
He nodded at her response. Valencia. Nice name. The girl wasn't being cold to him like before, though Victor decided he would not be sweet and charming with her like he had tried with the girl on the roof. He would be friendly, but he would also keep his attitude neutral and not try to say anything that she would read as "intimate", even if it wasn't intended to be.
"Yes, always good to make an acquaintance." Victor replied. Valencia seemed to have eaten her fill, so he set the tray of food on a nearby table (in case she wanted more later) and turned away. He did not exactly step away however, merely turned around to look into the hallway at the figure who seemed intent on intimidating them to give him another brief, condescending smirk before turning back to the party.
As Victor did, another member came in, dressed most excellently as Gambit from the X-Men. Tall, muscular and good looking, he looked every bit the part. Victor watched as he came in and draped a coat on Valencia. Very kind of him. Victor thought this figure looked familiar, but disregarded the thought quickly. This was a party. He was here to have fun.
"Hey, I bet I could beat both you guys in pool, and yes, I do mean bet..."
Victor chuckled slightly at the offer from the figure in the suit. Billiards? Perhaps, but there was no way-no way in Hell-that he would be able to even play that. He knew how to, but his shots went wild with every shot, no matter how precise, hard, or gentle his shot was or how he held the cue stick. Furthermore, he had no money to wager.
"I don't think so, man. You'd beat me hands down. I didn't even bring any money with me." Victor said. "Besides, I'm no good at billiards."
"However, that doesn't mean we can't play games." he continued. "I'm not going to bet money, but you can if you wish. And I did bring something with me."
Victor reached into the pocket of his pants and took out a pack of playing cards. It never hurt to carry these to a party.
"Frankenstein's monster? The *ahem* legitimate business man (Victor was making a friendly joke about the young man's mafia-esque appearance)? The wraith? Gambit? Would you care to join me in a game of blackjack?" Victor asked.
|
|
John Ong
Newcomer
MISSING IN ACTION
Get outa' my way...
Posts: 13
|
Post by John Ong on Oct 26, 2007 3:34:29 GMT 1
"Not really, just wanted to look at the loser who can't do things himself."
John answered Tiao. He seemed to be being pulled into something else though. Getting into a fight at a party would draw alot of attention, and it was hard for John not to given his attitude. But it would seem he was already attracting too much attention... that wasn't good. This guy must be somebody important, maybe it wasn't a good idea to fight him this publicly. Stealing the T.V. was his main objective anyways. He'd walk away towards Victor who was suggesting some card game.
"You can call me Flair."
He seemed to have decided to go with his fake name. No one was meant to remember him after this anyways, so real name or not didn't matter. The kid with the suit on wanted to play pool... He remembered his previouse Supervisor was really good at that game, but John really didn't see a reason for it. It looked fun if you are looking to kill time with some friends, but john wasn't one for friends. Acquantences sure, friends, not so much. But the card game did have some sort of entertaining factor to it, only because Mr. Ong was curiouse.
|
|
|
Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Oct 26, 2007 5:31:11 GMT 1
Frankenstein would barely finish his sentence until Tiao's right arm, the good arm, would snap out with impressive speed, gripping the throat with the tiger claw. He would only hold a few seconds however before shoving him back. This wasn't the place for a fight, nor was Tiao in the prime condition of delivering one, whether he wanted to or not.
"Watch who your talking to. Next time I'll rip your throat out."
Whether or not John Ong would have anythin to say back or not, Tiao turned and walked towards the stairs as he initially planned, leaving Frankenstein to go over with the card players. Despite his best efforts to remain calm, his anger was at an all time high. Whether his actions showed otherwise or not, Tiao wasn't feeling his usual self, as so he went to mingle in another room.
As Tiao came to the top of the stairs, he walked by several other partiers. Many of the mansion's staff attempted to spook Tiao away, the only reaction being an agitated raise of his eyebrow. He continued to move past them, until he spotted the cowgirl and fairy that had entered with Valencia. With the association game, Tiao was able to recognize them from school, and as happy announcers of some tournaments. They were peeking through a certain door, seemingly excited.
"What's going on here...?"
|
|
|
Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 26, 2007 6:50:10 GMT 1
Now, Tiao’s done it. Gladys and Ruth turned their heads slowly towards the Pillar and grinned mischievously. They each had a glimmer in their eyes and in Gladys’s case, a shine in her spectacles. The two stood up straight and each grabbed hold of Tiao’s arms and began to randomly yet playfully push him through the doorway, all the while hollering (almost obnoxiously)…
[GLADYS]: “Blue Spiiiirrriiiiittt~”
[RUTH]: “Hey Blue Spiiiirriiiittt~~!!”
[GLADYS]: “It’s Candy Mountain, Blue Spirit! Candy Mountain!”
[RUTH]: “Yeah, Blue Spirit! We’re going to Candy Mountain! Come with us Blue Spirit!”
[GLADYS]: “Yeah, Blue Spirit! It'll be an adventuuure~! We're going on an adventure, Blue Spirit! You have to come with us to Candy Mountain!”
[RUTH]: “Yeah Blue Spirit, Candy Mountain! It’s a land of sweets and joy…! And Joyness~!”
On the other side of the door was indeed what Ruth and Gladys described as “Candy Mountain”. In fact, it was a whole mountain range of sweets. You can say that it was like that one scene where Charlie and the rest of the group step into Willy Wonka’s factory for the first time and see everything there was edible and candy-ish. “Candy Mountain” didn’t stop at gingerbread houses and li’l cakes here and there… It was just insane and it could turn anyone diabetic by simply looking at it. Not to mention a couple pounds heavier, too. Speaking of pounds, Ruth and Gladys weren’t thinking about why all this was here when this party was supposed to stave off unhealthy eating habits. They were feeling impish and they would’ve acted the same way if Valencia stopped by instead and inquired what they were doing. The only difference was that Valencia had a major sweet tooth (and appetite) and Tiao probably never ate a piece of chocolate in his entire life, if the rumors were right. Nonetheless, the cowgirl and fairy kept pestering Tiao to go see “Candy Mountain”.
Meanwhile…
Valencia wandered around aimlessly in search of her friends. Because she was much drier, she wore the coat around her waist and the hood concealed her face once more. In a sense, she preferred not to be noticed but every once in a while, someone would stop her and mistake her for a guy. She didn’t blame them of course. Every once in a while she’d dress up androgynously anyways, like that one time she could’ve been mistaken for a guy at Stern’s meeting in the woods. After some time passed, she began to ask for a cowgirl and fairy pair, only to find that there were lots of fairies and cowgirls at this gathering. Golly… She sighed and found a hallway to travel down. Valencia couldn’t help herself from wanting to poke the wandering eyes of portraits but of all the paintings that got her attention…
“ ‘White Cat in a Snowstorm’…?”
…The one that was a completely blank canvass got the most attention. It was moments like these that Valencia wished that she were a painter, just to make money making something this ridiculous. She shook her head and continued on her way, stopping a few inches shy from an undead maid bursting from the wall in attempt to startle her.
When you’re all alone, it gets a bit easier to sense around ya… I almost expect too much… Now that I think about it… Am I lost? Wait, did I neglect getting a map ‘cause I wanted to explore with Ruth and Gladys? Ah geez…
Valencia scratched the back of her hooded head and turned around. As much as she wanted to keep going, she had friends to look for… Then again, curiosity overcame her and she turned around… Then she turned around once more, being totally indecisive about what to do next. Choices, choices. She dug into her pockets and flipped a coin. When all else fails, let someone else choose! It twirled into the dark air… Then vanished silently into the great unknown of the ceiling. For a straight five minutes, Valencia stared at the ceiling in utter amazement.
|
|
|
Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 26, 2007 10:49:24 GMT 1
[Victor, just to note, Zerreth’s coat was draped around Valencia, Odin only offered his.]
Somehow, for some reason, once Odin opened his mouth to say a friendly hello to Valencia he was seemingly drawn into every other topic of conversation, and apparently the group at large. He knew Valencia, that was it, and perhaps the large Brave Heart character looked familiar, but that wasn’t really important. He didn’t feel like being that social, and was now regretting not walking all the way across the floor to get a private seat to adjust his leg straps.
While the attention was drawn over to the ninja wannabe the disguised Odin pushed himself off the couch, making leave the opposite way that Valencia had traveled. She seemed a bit irked with all of the attention, just as he would feel if people started to swarm him. Well, all things considered he’d try to find an activity, an actual activity, which would be able to captivate his attention. Perhaps he’d be able to find something new to try, like squash or badminton, or even more of an intellectual game like backgammon. Or perhaps he’d find a more practical gaming room, with a few billiard and 9 ball tables, with some table tennis or a air-hockey table. Those would probably hold his attention hostage for a good sum of the night, if he were lucky that is.
Yet, Odin wasn’t lucky, and the doors weren’t labeled, nor were the halls, and without flocking with the crowds from room to room he was left to search the mansion by himself. If there was nothing else to make someone feel uneasy it was searching a unknown house, by yourself, while you remained guilty enough not to just enter a room without knowing what your actually looking for. Odin held that type of conscious, the guilty type about invading someone’s privacy. Hell, for all he knew half the house was being used to hold safe-sex orgies. After all, it’s not like an agenda was printed out with the invitations, everything seemed rather touch and go.
Regardless, Odin let his steel-toed boots lead him around the mansion, traveling to different floors and occasionally peeking in through different doors when he heard any noise resembling that of what could be considered fun. This was after all a party, and the least Odin could do was find something to do or someone to hang out with, rather then just wandering aimlessly.
|
|
|
Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 27, 2007 16:50:02 GMT 1
((OOC: I missed saying this in my last post, but Victor… Valencia was kinda out of the vicinity in my previous post to hear Victor suggest playing cards, so don’t take it harshly, eh?))
Meanwhile… On [red]Akira’s[/red] end…
The thin blonde woman in the scarlet dress was getting tired of gallivanting around the ballroom to be disappointed each time she stopped or got stopped. Either they didn’t have what she needed to be interested or they couldn’t captivate her attention long enough. Eventually, while walking around and carefully balancing the dead white mink on her shoulders, she spotted a certain cowboy that looked promising. Akira the cowboy had just thing if she guessed right from afar. With a sly grin slipping across her face, with her not noticing how her teeth looked disproportionately smaller than the smile itself, she walked briskly over to the sophomore while he was wandering about. She didn’t want to lose him. Once she was within grabbing distance, she began tapping his shoulder excitedly and held out a bony hand to shake.
[BONY BLONDE]: “Hello! My, what a fine costume you have! I wish I dressed up this time, but I was Cruella de Ville in the past for too many years already! Imagine! Oh, how rude of me! I’m Lisa Kirkland, part of the Interdicted Symposium on Endovascular Therapy.”
Seemingly outta nowhere, she flashed her business card and tucked it into Akira’s hat.
[LISA]: “We have meetings where physicians, scientists, engineers, and other health professionals from around the world learn more about the human heart, you know! And while you’re introducing yourself, say… Do you know your cardiac output—Oh, silly me, let’s start with your blood type! This question is more easy to answer!”
Talk about “to the point”.
|
|
Felix
Dreamer
MISSING IN ACTION
You think you have demons? My past is riddled with more than just your average demons.
Posts: 188
|
Post by Felix on Oct 27, 2007 19:10:35 GMT 1
ooc: late post, sorry.
ic: Felix had new about the Harvest party that some supposed big wig was throwing. He saw the ad in the papers at school and held on to it, so that when the night would come, he would be able to attend. It was probably just going to be some wild party but for some reason he felt like dressing up. It was, however, close to Halloween.
Selecting his costume carefully, the old Phantom of the Opera outfit, complete with half mask, long black overcoat with a bit of a cape, he looked at himself in his mirror. "I like this, plus, it'll keep me warm." His combed back hair he dyed black for this occasion, it looked quite good. He turned out the lights and headed to the party.
10 Minutes Later Felix pulled up to the mansion that had been the hosting grounds for the party and parked his vehicle in among the mass that had already piled up. Invitation in hand, he walked up to the front door, hand already displaying the invitation and dropped it as soon as he walked among the threshold.
The party was in full swing, costumes and people everywhere. A few people passed him, and Felix remembered why he loved this holiday. "Girls in skimpy outfits, oh for the love of all thats good in this world, let this night be one to remember." He whispered it to himself, aware that everyone was deep in coversation with at least one other party goer.
He walked around a bit, thought he recognized some people, completely dismissed others and kept his eyes just below most of the female costumes skirt lines. 'Its a party. I can't help it,' he mused to himself. His walking lead him straight into a refreshment table and he grabbed one of the drinks to caarry around with him. He didn't want to sit by the table all night. He had things he wanted to see, apparently there were more to the entertainment than was plainly obvious.
He made one look around the room and sauntered off down the hallway.
|
|
|
Post by akira on Oct 27, 2007 22:33:10 GMT 1
While Akira was walking around he saw many different costumes, some including a large M&M, all four ninja turtles, a couple ghost busters and even a horse without the ass part. But still not finding anyone interesting enough to bother talking to, Akira continued to walk about looking left and right and was all about ready to give up until he felt someone rapidly tap his shoulder. Turning his head and body slightly he took a quick glance at her before turning around to greet her, he had only just started to shake her hand when she began talking. Akira then released her hand and she pulled out what looked like a card, watching her hand as she tucked it into his hat a tiny smile appeared on Akira’s lips.
“Why thank you for the compliment, it’s a pleasure to meet you Lisa. My name is Akira. My blood type?” Akira paused for a moment before shrugging “A Negative… As for my cardiac output, I honestly don’t know. Would you mind if I asked a bit more on what Interdicted Symposium on Endovascular Therapy is?” Akira asked this in a rather polite tone ~Seriously, I have no idea what that means at all.~ Akira though to himself while waiting for a response.
(OOC: Sorry its not great, but I thought I should get something up.)
|
|
|
Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 28, 2007 3:09:41 GMT 1
Miss Lisa Kirkland couldn’t contain herself when Akira spoke to her. To Akira and anyone else, she looked like she was enjoying his company. As for the reality, she bit her bottom, crimson lip with her tiny teeth and was ecstatic about the things going on in her head that Akira probably wouldn’t want to know about. Then again, it’d probably be for the better if he did know, but it was part of Lisa’s business that he didn’t. So when he asked about her “Interdicted Symposium on Endovascular Therapy”, she had to spin a lie with a couple truths to it, sans the grisly details. [LISA]: “Ah! You see, a symposium is where all those physicians, scientists, engineers, and other health professionals from around the world I’ve told you about sit down together and discuss matters of the heart, if you will. You know how doctors these days rely on textbooks, diagrams, and other li’l things to learn? It’s not the same as seeing the real thing, you know. And all those people who come to my symposium try to figure out ways to help other people, especially people who have weak hearts.” There was a minute twitch under one of her eyes when she realized what she just said, but Lisa picked up a glass of water to take a brief sip before continuing. She hoped that Akira wouldn’t notice this, but figured that he wouldn’t. Most unconscious twitches in the human body were caused by muscle spasms and the like, after all. [LISA]: “Technology is going a long ways these days! Artificial hearts and so on… The symposium figures out new ways to—Ah. Yes! Oh, what a fool I’ve made of myself! Mr. Joaquin invited me here to let people know that unhealthy hearts are bad and that to make the most of one’s health, you’ve got to practice good habits! Say, have you done any aerobics, Akira? Or some other cardiovascular training? The heart is a muscle and like any other muscle, it has to be kept in shape!” Meanwhile…A tall man with matted chestnut brown hair just returned from his outing near the pool. His eyes are slightly shifty and the feature that made him appear eerily frightening instead of creepily stalker-ish was his looks. He was some sort of creature that was part man and part beast. Every so often someone would compliment his “ Sabretooth” outfit or “ Fenrir Greyback” outfit when the truth of the matter was… He wasn’t exactly wearing a costume. The sideburns that climbed down his face weren’t fake. Neither were his hairy arms. The trail from his hair, down his neck, and to his back under his clothes were pretty natural as well. His sharp teeth were as convincing as they could get in terms of realism. What’d be more surprising than his wild aspects would be that he, like the other adults attending this party, was part of some sort of organization. He scouted about, sometimes sniffing the air as he lumbered around with his plate (and half eaten rare-enough-to-still-hear-the-cow-moo steak). People weren’t sure if he really was part of any organization but the other members backed away from him whenever he drew near. Under his breath, he’d start describing the people he saw with the sort of adjectives you’d hear over the table aside from out in public. He’d lose interest, continue on his way, and when he thinks no one was looking, pick up his steak with his fingers and rip out a chunk with his gaping jaws filled with what looked like razor-sharp dentures.
|
|
Vince
Dreamer
Junior
Posts: 117
|
Post by Vince on Oct 28, 2007 8:03:43 GMT 1
Was Vince late? It sure as hell seemed so as he had finally arrived at the party. He had only needed to persuade another Genaht member to bring him, and by persuade we of course mean, blackmail, double talk and con his way into getting the other man to do it. It had taken a solid two hours, Genaht members being smarter and thus harder to con into such things, but it was done. When he walked up to the door in his somewhat expensive masquerade mask and matching vest, suit coat, cloak and slacks. All of the clashing black and white, sometimes being simplely lines where the two met, other times like on his pants and cloak, sweeping in long curves. Over all it was an impressive costume, and one that didn't really draw from any particular source. That didn't keep it from being unique and certainly somewhat attention drawing. Vince would draw up to the door, taking only a momentary look at the butler there and before the older man could ask for the invitation, Vince drew it out from his coat with a bit of flair and a five dollar bill. He was dressed like someone higher up than he was, he might as well attempt to play the part. The butler didn't look like he minded the tip in anycase. Vince would immediately enter with a grin on his face. It was at the moment he regretted not getting a cane, thinking it abit too much. Such a thing was waste to think of that the moment however and he made his grand entrance. Not that many seemed to notice. And really Vince was somewhat disappointed at the large amount of girls in overly skimpy outfits. He didn't mind seeing the skin, he was more annoyed that they thought such a thing was neccessary. Of course his next alternative, A Blonde in a red dress, was more like a walking skeleton. He'd wander along, talking to afew of the cuter girls that didn't seem too horrid, when his eyes happened to come across a certain Saloon Dancer Girl. The thing that struck Vince the most was the fact that the small girl seemed to be looking for something than someone at the party. And it wasn't like a drink something, it was more a conspiracy look. He'd move quickly through the crowds, promptly ignoring the large bouncer that followed her. He'd swoop in, take the small girls hand and bend over to kiss it. It was gentlemanly and not of this century, but then again neither was the costume and it was certainly fun to be someone else. "Now, love, you do know this is a party, right? No need to have such a cross look, this is to be fun! It's good to forget yourself." Vince could only help the girl was so flustered that she'd let her self be spun around when Vince attempted the act while still holding her hand. The wickedly mischievous little smirk was still on his face, but that didn't mean he wasn't genuinely trying to instill something good into the small girl.
|
|
|
Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 28, 2007 9:02:05 GMT 1
Annette knew who Vince was, but didn’t know what he looked like. Even if she did, he was wearing a mask anyways. Sean just stared at Vince and gaped as if he poofed outta nowhere and if he wasn’t still in shock at his sudden appearance, he would’ve been shocked at his audacity. The pint-sized lady was confused and a little flustered at first when Vince kissed her hand and addressed her, but recollected she herself and smiled. Most people either tried hitting on her because she was petite and “cute” or made fun of her stature. Vince did neither.
[ANNETTE]: “Maybe, but I know there’s something afoot and the Tracker never rests! Huh! And your costume ain’t half bad! It sure beats the ones people get from the stores or online!”
Sean finally found it in himself to step up and make himself more noticeable by standing by Annette’s side, a centimeter or so in front of her, and crossing his arms. Typical tough guy pose. He decided against speaking since found it a better idea to let Annette do the talking.
[ANNETTE]: “Yet… Really now, I didn’t bring my bathing suit and the beach ball they’re chucking around? Fshoo! It’ll just go over my head anyways! Have you seen how seriously they’re taking the game outside?! If I didn’t know better, they’re all probably water polo players in a past lifetime! And there were a bunch of adults that just didn’t want to get themselves wet, those sissies. Standing around and watching them…”
|
|
|
Post by victor on Oct 28, 2007 20:44:43 GMT 1
OOC: Not many other people are posting, so I'm just going to go ahead.
Nobody seemed interested in his offer of blackjack-or much of anything for that matter-so Victor put the cards back into his pocket and decided on a different course of action. Turning around, he walked back into the dark hall away from the commotion in the parlor. Mansions like this always had tons of nooks and crannies to explore, and what was the point of just standing around while people immersed themselves in their own thing? None, that's what!
Victor found himself back in the foyer and the main staircase beckoned him. He could not see what was at the top it was so dark. He smirked. Could there be a more open invitation? He began to ascend the stairs.
As he walked up the stairs, it seemed that the small bit of light behind him seemed to vanish at his heels, as if the mansion itself was vanishing. Unnerving indeed. Mr. Joaquin had outdone himself. At last, he reached the top.
"Welcome to the Hotel California." Victor thought to himself randomly. The hallway at the top of the stairs was not one straight hallway but a massive grand hall of sorts that was wide and almost pitch black, except for the candles which were hung from the candelabras spaced out among the top of the wall. Doors were all over the place and there were corridors which led into more and more hallways, all of them equally dark. Shadows danced off of the walls and floors, taking on frightening shapes. Very charming.
"Such a lovely place, such a lovely face. They livin' it up at the Hotel California." Victor continued to think as he drifted down the hallway. He wondered if anybody had come up here. He thought he heard a female giggle followed by a sour male voice, but it was only faint and there for a brief second. Huh, nothing probably. Still, it would be nice if he could find somebody up here!
Softly, eerily, Victor began to sing...
"Three, six, nine
The goose drank wine
The monkey smoked tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke
The monkey got choked
And they all died together in a little rowboat..."
The sick little nursery rhyme reverberated off of the walls and down the halls in a horrible echo that was soft and sweet, almost like a loving father's voice.
Victor began to sing again as he wandered...
"Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
Or you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
Then throw you down about fifty feet
You're alright for about a week
But then your coffin begins to leak..."
He continued to softly sing the dark, childish lyrics and the halls carried and magnified them, making them sound like something out of a madman's cell.
|
|