CRIMSON KISS COSTUME PARTY-----all species welcome

[THE HOST]

THE CRIMSON KISS

ANNUAL HALLOWEEN

COSTUME PARTY

The sun has just set somewhere to the west in the Gulf of Mexico as the first few guests arrive. A venue located on the near the docks overlooks the warm waters and colorful New Orleans' sunset. An outside dock protrudes from the building through open french doors if any guests wish to catch some fresh air, sea friendly vines entwined around the wooden spokes that separate man from sea. Gargoyles perch themselves on the wooden corners, looking over the shallow water. A few clothed tables with quickly melting wax candles atop them litter the deck itself.

Inside, there are hardwood floors, cleared in the belly of the room to accommodate dancing. Tables, identical to the ones outside line the sides of the room. Small gourds rest on the center as table pieces surrounding a black candelabra, a little voodoo doll stuck with pins adjacent to it. Skulls hang from the ceiling on near translucent chords, hardly discriminated from the real thing.

Black lace in patterns that of spider webs are drawn across the full length windows. In the corner lies of fountain of blood to accommodate our undead guests. Across from that on the opposite wall is a liquor bar long enough to take up half the wall of the venue.

Near the entrance, in a foyer are great marble stair leading to the second floor. There, one will find marble floors with lounging couches, a fireplace, looking much like a smoke room. Another set of french doors leads out to a stone balcony, smaller than the dock below it. A vinyl record player sits near the entrance of the room, a shelf of sleeved record next to it. The vast majority of the records originals from decades ago. So treat with care!

Lounging around the room is a woman, Luna, dressed in a flowing cotton dress, a wrap around her head, eccentric and native to the land, vampire, yes. Turned as she worked as a slave in an old plantation, she offers to read ones palm, or any similar task one desires her to do, tarot cards, etc.

Once the clock strikes midnight, the winners of the best costumes shall be announced, categories being, Best Scary Costume, Best Sexy Costume, Best Funny Costume, & Best Couple Costumes.

Keep in mind, that the streets outside are wild with parties all throughout the night, Bourbon Street not too far off, littered with drunken fools. A good air of carefree looseness waifs throughout the city itself, excitement making itself known in the smallest of cracks.

NOTE: Luna is an NPC, so you'd have to come up with your own palm readings and such, or have the person(s) you're posting with make one for you, etc. You will not be receiving a reply from this account.

[Rose Decumbry]

This is halloween

Halloween. October, it really was all glam. Dressing up, rotting your teeth, and looking cautiously over your shoulder. It was a habit really, ever since you were born. Except Rose. Rose hadn’t been trick or treating a day in her life. One, her father wouldn’t let her, two, she quickly grew out of it. Seeing it as a childish game the immature pranced upon. But this year was different; she wanted to make a statement. One that...held something underneath it. She was sexy, but held all authority in the palm of her small hand. So, why not just go out, and fuck it all? Do something drastic, unordinary, and unheard of. Go nude. Attending the Halloween party was one thing, but dressed as she was, was another. Mystique. A cartoon character, from X-Men. And Rose just had to be her as soon as she saw what she looked like. And she had professional artist paint and fix her up so that she looked just like her. But with a completely different power, and art. Mystique was a form shifter, could take on the form of anyone she wanted. Rose on the other hand, had a much more lethal gift. Being a vampire, being one of the undead. It was a marvelous gift really, using it to her advantage to each and every way she could. She smiled, as she traipsed down an abandoned street, staying as hidden as possible.

She’d arrive as a surprise.

She rounded a corner, catching a whiff of sea water. Her nose crinkled a little, she always had hated that smell. She ran a blue hand through reddened hair, rounding another street. Oh, this was where it started to get fussy and messy. Bourbon Street. She didn’t stop though, she’d drop jaws, raise temperatures, but they’d get over it. She smirked a little playfully, yellow hues flickering. Cat calls wavered themselves to her ears, and she didn’t try and let it get to her head. “Hey there cutie, want to shift into my wife and give me a stroke over par?” Hoots of laughter were everywhere, and Rose only smiled. So funny, so immature, so silly and naïve. She’d probably give him more than he was asking for; she’d give him a torn jugular over a stopped heart. She quickly waved and swept through Bourbon Street, which seemed to almost never end. She grunted in exasperation, as she stopped outside her destination. Or at least where the invitation stated the costume party would be. She stepped into the building, a perplexed expression on her face. This was what they did for Halloween? She snorted.

Tables off to the side, a dance floor obviously thought about, and the tables decorated with all sorts of pumpkins. Gourds especially. Voodoo dolls on candelabras, skulls hanging from the ceiling, and spider webs lining curtains, fountain of blood. To her, it seemed a little overdone. But then again, she’d never been to a real Halloween party. This must have been what they usually did. Rose though, had wanted something scarier. Oh well. She made her way over to the fountain, dipping herself a drink. She noticed a stairwell, and curiosity got the best of her. She went up it, looking around. Interesting, secluded, and quiet.

She saw a woman, wrapped in linen. Surprisingly a vampire, with age on her it seemed. “Hello,” she began slowly, stepping closer. “I heard they were giving out palm readings, tarot cards and such,” her voice was barely above a whisper. She wanted to keep it quiet. “I was wondering...if you could give me all that you know. Tarot, fortune reading, palm reading, I’d like it all.” Her English tone was soft, and she looked around yellow hues searching almost, “If it suits you…” a small smile as well.



She never really understood the meaning behind these little games, almost. Gambled with fortune, love, prosperity over all. But this was supposed to be a fun night, was it not? So why not embrace it with all it had? Her thoughts exact. She took a slight sip of the red substance, awaiting the ancient woman’s answer. If declined, she would simply go back downstairs and mingle. But there was hardly anyone there, so why just simply stand there like a fool? Her thoughts exact. Eyes landed on the woman, realizing something. She may have been ancient, but goodness, she was stunning.

With age came beauty? Or was it with beauty came age? Her eyes flicked red from behind the contacts, if tonight was going to be fun, wicked, wild and possibly violent. Why not let somebody have some fun? She mentally shook her head. No, this would not be a repeat. She swore it. A free hand ran across her scaled stomach, wondering off slightly.

[Inora Theos]

When she'd walked into the costume store, Inora hadn't been sure of what she would get. She wanted something cute, something that would make her look amazing cause for some reason she was hoping that Dominic would be at the party. If he was, she wanted to look good, for some strange reason.

The woman running the shop that day had seen how confused and utterly lost she was and came over to assist her. After talking to Inora for hours the woman had gotten the 'light bulb' face. She'd rushed to the back of the store and brought out the perfect costume.

So here Inora stood, in the doorway to the party, dressed as the cutest version of the cowardly Lion the world had ever seen.

She felt a little self-concious, the outfit was adorable, no doubt about that. But the skirt was a tad bit shorter than Inora usually felt comfortable in and the top of the dress cut lower as well. Though even Inora would have to admit that she felt a lot sexier than she ever had. And for some reason it made her blush even harder to think of the possibility of seeing Dominic.

In fact, so wrapped up in the thought of seeing Dominic was she, that she hadn't thought once about the prospect of possibly seeing Sevanni Black here. Perhaps a part of Inora was purposely pushing such thoughts away, due to the fact that she never would have come if she'd thought about seeing him again.

Inora shook herself free of her thoughts and looked around the party with a mixture of fear and anticipation. It had been too long since she'd seen her vampire friends. Speaking of which, her gaze fell on the shape of a woman clad only in body paint. She knew of only one vampire who would be bold enough to do that in public.

"Rosey!"

[/b] Inora called out, flying forward only to come to a shuddering halt with her arms spread. "Hmm...is it safe to hug you with all that stuff?"[/b] She questioned. Inora almost felt bad for interrupting her while she was talking to the fortune teller, who sat looking up at Inora with a slightly perplexed look on her face.

Inora gave a nervous giggle. "Sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt. I just couldn't help myself when I saw my friend."[/b] Gosh, now she felt like a child who'd been scolded, and no one had even said anything to her.[/color]

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NOTES !?;;Party time! Someone let me know if the colors are annoying...please.
STATUS !?;;Finished yet short.
TAGGED !?;;Rosey and EVERYONE ELSE
WORDS !?;;543
OUTFIT !?;; Click!
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0 for everything but the post itself and the picture and the colors
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[Larkin Knight]

Autumn colors. The perfect mixture of hot and cold weather. Not to mention Halloween & her birthday... October was definitely Larkin's favorite month.

She'd worn her plastic fangs and cape for the last time almost 6 years ago; though it wasn't by choice, she would have gone out till she was 50 if it meant putting on a costume to become anything she wanted and not be judged. But alas, when she was twice the size of everyone else running around in the dark and all her friends started calling it "immature", she quit. She swore she'd vowed off it and yet here she was, smack in the middle of the adult costume store looking through the racks.

Too frilly, too girly, too pink! How can anyone stand pink? It's so overrated.

She knew the store clerk was probably staring at her, but she really could care less. She was on a mission. That's when she found it... the perfect costume that was exactly "her". It was a tad on the frilly side, but she could handle that. She let out a squeal of delight, drawing more undue attention from the clerk.

Excuse me... how much is this one?

Ninety dollars. You're in luck though, it's on sale for seventy-five dollars today.

Seventy-five dollars... is that even legal? Larkin looked at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the costume made her look; she had to have it. She turned around and went back into the change room, removing the garment as quickly as she could unlace it. She reluctantly paid her due, adding on a few extras to complete the ensemble. She was just on her way out the door when she heard someone talking. She quietly went over to the rack beside the two women, doing her best to look inconspicuous.

Yea, It's down by the docks. Everyone is going to be there dressed to impress; it's a full out costume party.

That was exactly what Larkin wanted to hear, even though she hadn't known it till she heard it; she knew where she was going tonight. Quickly she headed out the door onto the New Orleans sidewalk. The bustle of everyday life never ceased to amaze her, it was so different from the country. After a few failed attempts she finally hailed a cab and gave the driver directions to her brother's flat. She had only a little while to get ready before she headed out to the docks, and still had a few things to get (plastic fangs had become somewhat of a tradition to her). Tonight, she was going to attend that party. Even if she wasn't invited. Even if she had to sneak in. She had no idea what she was getting herself into... but she knew it would be a night she would never forget.

Larkin is wearing this -- minus the mardi gras beads and fishnets -- & is wearing this mask (instead of the one shown), as well as boots similar to these (in black)

edit:: spelling errs were bugging me. also linked Lark's outfit instead of having the pictures posted (finially figured out how to do it =P)

[Giselle Audley]

Another party, another opportunity to make a spectacle of herself. This time it was mixed species. Those repulsive mutts would be there. But Lars couldn't turn down a costume party. His enthusiasm was endearing. Though she expressed some concern over the furrier guests, she couldn't deny him his fun. The idea of the costume party grew on her. Lars's first choice of costume, however, alarmed her. Batman and Batgirl. When he presented the idea to her, she laughed, thinking it was a joke. It wasn't. He actually wanted to be comic book characters. After she gave him a flat out no, he didn't stop there. His next choice was the Joker and Poison Ivy, rationalizing that Giselle's red hair was perfect for the getup. She presented him with another alternative: gangsters. As anticipated, he accepted this costume choice, and the couple called Giselle's tailor at once to get outfitted.

She wore a low cut pinstriped suit jacket with matching mini skirt, black mesh tights, the typical gangster style shoe, and fedora. Two daggers were strapped to her legs. Lars carried the guns. They were making their way to the entrance, arm in arm. Conversation was light. The topic was on the party - who they'd see there, what costumes might be expected (Giselle bet Lars 20 bucks they'd see at least one vampire costume). She went on a rant how vampires weren't permitted to drink from a live source like the last party. She called it poor accommodations. She and Lars had already hunted, but Giselle was still furious humans wouldn't be provided for vampire guests who didn't wish to drink from a glass. "... if it's meant to keep the werewolves unoffended, then they're doing a poor job. Species shouldn't be mixed at gatherings such as these," glancing at Lars quickly, she amended, "But I'll behave. Don't expect me to play nice with the furry bastards, though," she promised and warned.

The party was elaborately decorated. It had an old, spooky feel to it. Giselle noted the vampire and werewolf guests milling around already. "Well darling, looks like we've arrived early," she drawled. Normally she arrived fashionably late, but Lars was eager to get here. Party goers were already pairing up. A vampire and werewolf were chatting. Giselle noted the only human here. She stared at the mortal longingly. "I smell a blood fountain. Shall we?" Giselle didn't wait for an answer. Lars's arm was looped with her own. Once she started walking, he had no choice but to follow or be dragged. Giselle had no desire to drink fountain blood, it was the smell she wanted to be close by.

the count was 441 and she's wearing this and theseand also, ^.^.

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

and i've been dying to get out,

but that might be the death of me

With the passing of September, the calendar year grows short as three months are left and October is passing through. With this, comes such a childish addiction for the planet, a holiday they invented known as Halloween. Knowing what it has come from, and having seen the many different changes it has undertaken, Isabella doesn't understand the childish nature about it. Starting off as a day when the dead souls were most likely to breach the gap between the death realm and that of the living, she chuckles when these stories are told every year, many idiotic fools not knowing they have a batch of the living dead amongst themselves also.

Idiots is an easy word to describe most of the worlds population, with not even a majority of the world being of the hiding undead, or the lycan infested wolves, very few know Halloween is the one time they can come out in peace. her ability to blend in has Isabella at ease, knowing these fools celebrate with no joy of what it used to be. The death and carnage of slaughter, burning the crops and animals, before putting on the fallen pelts as the costumes instead of the ridiculous treachery people partake in now.


What is the fun these people partake in but another way to pass her time on a night where feeding will be needed, fun to be had, and chaos to be found with others. Edjo seems to always be in command on this night, the unusual ways of her sneaking forth and taking control. Feeling all powerful because she knows tonight won’t end in peace, blending in as well as possible will make escape easier if problems arise. So to better help herself, Isabella knows that a popular movie classic from recent time is the matrix Trilogy. In it, a female known as trinity is portrayed as the leading female support character. So, decking up as her could easily make it possible for escape and blending due to the darkness of apparel.


Picking out the right clothing was hard, but the time arrives to go to the party, a nice long black leather trench coat going down to her feet, just going above the black boots. Underneath are tight but form fitting black shirts and pants, seemingly of leather also. Covering her hands are a tight pair of black gloves. Finishing off the look, the trademark sunglasses covering the eyes from being seen. If eyes allow you to see into the persons soul, there is no one who could muster it with her. The finale of this, tucked away safely are a pair of Trinity’s classic weapon, the Beretta Cheetahs. These small guns pack a punch and filled to the brim with silver filled bullets, they will blow a hole into anyone especially the pesky wolves who manage to come out on this night.


Arriving at the destination of the party, the grandeur of it all is amazing, compared to the idiots within that of new Orleans as they are going even worse than mardi gras. Looking deep throughout the plce, it is an early arrival and a chance to meet a few people around the area. Looking around, a distinct smell punctures the air, a mixture of human and wolf, two varying species already accomidated for. The human is spotted and it is unknown if she can tell what shall be surrounding them tonight. Forgoing that, she looks around as a gangster looking couple is near the blood fountain, remembering the location to get herself a drink a bit later on. However, the interesting part is the wolf and vampire taking to each other.


The importance of it is who the wolf is, Inora Makani. A person that Bella has been acquainted with, but hasn’t talked with much recently due to some other issues. Wishing to see whom she is, and the lovely friend she is with, walking up to them isn’t a problem, waiting for a small pause in the conversation, as Edjo takes the polite route to not offend someone that she would be mentally battered for otherwise. “hey Nora dahlin, been awhile since got to talk. Whose the friend you have here?”

Status: le finished!
Credit: Jared Clarkson
Muse: FULL!!!
Word count: 973 with coding
Outfit: clickie with a pair of this as her weapons to have, filled with silver for those lycans if they go rogue
Tag: Anyone and everyone
Song credit: relient k - be my escape
Notes: Whose next?

[* Phoenix Slater]

Laugh Till You Die This or This.

Alright, Nyx. You can do this. There'll be humans there, but you won't om nom them. Right? Oh, I hope I'm right. Phoenix was trembling slightly as he peered around the costume shop, hands trailing from one costume to another. Once he thought he'd found something good he'd dart into the dressing rooms to try it out, but would come back out disappointed. Nothing seemed to suit him right. He'd tried on everything from Dracula to Zorro, but each time was an epic fail. Until he found it. 'The Joker' it read. Hmm. He lifted it from the rack tentatively, eying it with glittering green eyes. It was expensive, about thirty more dollars than he wanted to spend, but...Aww...might as well. Nothing else is doing it for me. Once he'd actually gotten into the thing, he stared at his reflection in shock. The colors and pinstripes made his eyes pop, and the way his hair waved made it all come together nicely. He puffed up like a rooster, turning this way and that as he gazed at his reflection. Undead did him well.

He twirled one more time, catching a glance at his butt in the mirror. Holy cow...is that my butt? He asked, turning more and wiggling it a bit. Yep. That was his butt. It didn't normally look like that, did it? No...how could it? Nyx never wore pants that fit him like that. Just gazing at his appearance stroked his ego, and after he redressed in his own clothes he strutted like a prize rooster. Heheheh...that was my butt. He snickered, putting the costume bag on the counter. The lady at the cash register gave him a look that questioned his sanity. He just gave her a wide smile, flashing his fangs a bit. "Oooh...those are amazing. Where did you get your fangs?" She squealed. He laughed, replying I was reborn with them. She laughed too, and he was amused. Humans could be so odd sometimes, and dense too. Not recognizing what's real and what's not. Priceless. "I hope you enjoy your Halloween party!" She called after he retreated, his prize clutched close to him. Thanks you too. He called over his shoulder, disappearing out the door.

The night was abnormally chilly, but this didn't bother Phoenix. He was well used to it by now. He strolled along, humming cheerfully under his breath. A while back he'd been invited to go to a Masquerade of some kind, but he didn't go. Why? He didn't think he could have handled it. There would have been humans and a blood fountain. Not something a new vamp could handle. Well...at least not one who didn't have a mentor. Once in his "home" for the month, Phoenix stripped down and pulled on his costume. He'd also bought face make-up, some temporary hair spray cans, completing the look with purple leather gloves. After an hour of applying make-up and spraying his hair green, he was finished. Oh yeah...he looked good. Maybe I will have a good time. He mused, checking his jacket and tugging it into place. Once he was satisfied with the everything, he strode back out the door, heading in the direction of the promised party. Once he was actually close enough, Nyx began to have second thoughts. What if he lost it? He wasn't completely sure he could handle human interactions, and by the smell of things there was one here. You can do this. Come on. One foot in front of the other... He coached himself, shuffling through the door.

It was amazing, what with the aura of spooky mixing with an undeniable aura of sexy. Nyx's light apple green eyes widened, swiveling his head to try and take it all in at once. He was suddenly glad he'd come. There were others milling about, making him want to talk to some. There was the smell of wolf in the air, and Phoenix wrinkled his nose as he sniffed for it. Where was it? A long while ago he'd come across one, an Inora girl, who had taught him how to hunt cleanly. It had been a while since he'd spoken with her, a missed her in his own way. He walked slowly, still sniffing, when he found who the scent belonged to. Well, speak of the devil. Inora? He called, walking over to the wolf. He offered her a friendly smile, extending his hand. It's been a while. How have you been? He asked her. Perhaps his finding of Inora had distracted him, but the human's scent finally hit him. He froze, turning slowly and sniffing in her direction. Ah. A slight smile spread across his face when he saw who it was. Larkin. He'd met her a few days ago and had taken a liking to the human. Inora, please excuse me. He murmured softly, making his way over to her.

We've got to stop meeting like this, Larkin. He told her with a light chuckle. You do remember me, don't you? I'm Nyx. He extended his hand for her to shake, his smile widening as he took in her costume. It was cute. He liked it.

[Larkin Knight]

She walked up to the building, astonished by the magnitude of it. This was definitely the product of some rich kid(s) ego, no normal person could afford this.Why in the hell did I decide to wear these shoes? The 5" heels were definitely doing things for her legs, but her coordination, not so much. She'd taken the damn things off to walk out to the cab, and reluctantly put them back on before she arrived at her destination. She now stood staring at her feet, if only she'd ever been one of those girly girls she might have the slightest clue how to walk it them without falling flat on her face.

Somehow she managed to make it into the building and find the only thing she knew would make things easier tonight... alcohol.

Can I get a porn star, please.
The bartender gave her an odd look, then walked over to mix the bols and sourpuss; it goes down like candy. Later, she might switch over the the punch that was pouring out of the fountain on the other side of the room, but right now she needed something hard.

After downing a few drinks more than necessary she finally mustered up the courage to look around the room. There were a few other people around the room, not as many as she assumed would be here. But, then again, it was still early. Everyone probably had the same idea of arriving "fashionably late". She'd always thought that was overrated, but each to their own.
Was it just the alcohol taking effect or was everyone here unnaturally good looking? She shrunk back into the corner, feeling extremely out of place. Maybe coming here tonight wasn't the best idea. She'd thought not knowing anyone here would be okay, she could meet people. But everyone here was so, classy; like movie stars from the 50's, and she just couldn't must up the courage to break their perfect facades with her seemingly unworthy chatter.

That's when she saw him walking towards her, dressed in a completely authentic "joker" costume. She'd never seen the movie, but the character was unmistakable.

We've got to stop meeting like this, Larkin.

He knew her name?

You do remember me, don't you? I'm Nyx.

Of course she rememered him, she just didn't recognize him in his costume. Apparently he had recognized her though, ever though she didn't look like her usual self.

Of course I remember.
She flashed him a flirty smile white also noticing his... so he liked to wear fangs with costumes that didn't require them too. She had forgotten hers at home.

We do seem to be bumping into each other everywhere lately.
She offered him her hand, taking particular notice of the way the clothes hugged his masculine frame; she looked from his feet, to his waist, to his shoulders, then back to his eyes. His eyes! She hadn't noticed how... mesmerizing they were before, almost inhuman.Must be contacts...

I like your costume, the Joker as a vampire, very... unique.
She nodded her head in agreement to her own words. So, Mr. Joker,are you hungry?
She gracefully tilted her head, brushing her hair aside and exposing the delicate flesh of her neck to him. A coy smile played on her lips. The alcohol was definitely taking effect now; she was doing everything the secret side of her, that she usually kept under wraps, was thinking about... she kind of enjoyed the freedom of her intoxication.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

Halloween was not something Dominic had ever celebrated as a child. He wasn't certain why - whether his parents were being cheap or honestly didn't have the cash to pay for candy. Either way it was a novelty to holiday and he wasn't exactly sure how to go about celebrating it. However, in the spirit of not being an utter recluse he had set to work dreaming up ideas as to what exactly he should be. Some things came to mind but they all seemed to be either to childish or too cliche. In the end he had settled on something that he could a) live with and b) not seem too...what's the word...immature?

It was strange to think that the werewolf actually cared about such things, and to be frank he didn't, but first impressions were rare and far between so he wasn't willing to risk having failed to network just because he couldn't piece together a decent outfit. The current one was rather intimidating, making him seem a bit darker than he ever truly was. Still...he liked the class it seemed to radiate. And the music it reminded him of. A man who enjoyed musicals? Must be gay. No, actually Dominic was definitely heterosexual. He liked women. He found women attractive. He disliked chick flicks. And penises were just uninteresting.

So to be frank, he had selected his "character" based off what was on the brain. After his encounter with Inora he had not done much else that was worth mentioning. He'd remained in the vicinity simply for the sake of her protection but had ventured away to endow space and time for her to recooperate - quite aware that he was somewhat of a stresser for the she-wolf. Such a victim, and clearly an innocent beforehand, he wondered if she would ever regain that naivety that she gazed on the world with before.

That remained to be seen. He was certain she would be trying to distract herself as best she could. So that's why he found himself in a situation he probably would not have been in otherwise. The directions were easy enough - follow her scent. He waited to enter though, until some time after she'd arrived, simply observing the night creatures. And when he did finally come through those doors he did so discreetly, the quiet scope of his gaze meandered over the occupants, somewhat inquisitively but not enough to induce the curiosity of others.

There she was. Dressed in what appeared to be a lion costume she looked pleasantly surprising, far more brazen than he would have imagined but nonetheless..appealing. More than he'd like to admit, or felt was appropriate. Clearing his throat as his mouth had managed to go dry, he made his way to the punch bowl and helped himself, dark eyes always seeming to find their way back to her though she was obviously preoccupied. However, there was only so much time and he wasn't about to avoid her all night. Wandering in her general direction, he announced his presence with the low, pronounced masculine tone she had first heard. "Well hello." Though his thoughts would have said Aren't you precious, addressing her appearance first just didn't seem right. His tender gaze flicked away from her briefly, to address the one she'd previously pounced. He extended a palm, bold himself at the moment, "Dominic Theos. A friend of Inora's." A lazy smile was endowed the vampire though internally he prepared for the worst.

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Count : 600+
Outift : click!
Music : Whine Up (believe it or not)

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni & Nixie as Batman and Catwoman

Sevanni snickered. Another invitation. It was the fourth party that year, and Christmas was coming up. His birthday. Two more but maybe separate. He would go to his own birthday party, and perhaps New Years. A Halloween party he could not pass up, and seeing as how Phoenix felt about going to the last one, all sorts would be there, which would give her an in to having at least a better time.

He slipped the invitation into Nixie's room, resting it on her pillow so she could see. She would want to go, he had a feeling it would be better this time around. He would see about Darien and PsiChi, a night out would do them good if they so chose to go. Sevanni had been calm for quite some time. Staying in rather than going out. A delightful meeting with a mortal of interest, not to mention the night with Shaden that had let his wants get the better of him. He really had to stop that shit. But it was by far too good to pass up.

It was her idea for these....these costumes. Batman and Catwoman. He knew who they were, though current movies had drawn a blank. He liked it when it first came out on the television, and of course Ella had gotten him into the comic books themselves after she had become acquainted with Stan Lee. Ever since then she had collected every issue he had ever written, and there was a room now covered with comics each contained perfectly. It had taken some doing, some convincing, but she had finally decided to move in. After losing one fledgling and gaining another, it was only right he would want the eldest of the two with him.

"I feel ridiculous." He mumbled out as Marcus stood behind him. Mask covering his face with little bat ears sticking out on top. He shook his head and nearly shunned Marcus for starting his giggle. "The things we do to please people." He looked away from the mirror. He had to. He was almost about to laugh himself.

"Come on.....I can't wait to see what she looks like in her costume." He knew what Catwoman wore, and he was all the more curious to see her in that outfit. Petite little thing. Maybe he should have made Darien go as Two Face, that way he can see the ugly side of his past actions and be reminded that even though he had been accepted back, he had yet to be fully forgiven. PsiChi could go as the scarecrow. Psychological analogy for his split personalities. Marcus the Joker. He'd cut a smile across his mouth, then perhaps he would learn not to laugh at Sevanni's expense for his own amusement.

Oh the ideas were flowing.

Sevanni waited at the bottom of the stairs, curious as to whether or not Shaden would be attending as well. He was sure he had received an invitation. He looked onward down through the house, wondering if he should invade his mind and see what it was he was up to, but he thought against it with a pinch of sadness, and waited for Nixie to come down, or if the others were as well.

They could take the car, arrive and scatter about for the regular hello's and how do you do's. Dance, drink, be merry like civil people. But he was anything but civil, at least now he was.

He expected it to be nice, but he had never expected it to be like it had. Whomever had done the honors had done a swell job, but the oracle was rather impressive. How powerful was she? And would she sense that his body had been tampered with? He would make it a point to visit the crone sometime that night.

[*Phoenix McKenzie]

I am the shadow on the moon at NIGHT!

She had thought he was crazy when she had seen the invitation on her pillow, coming back into her room from taking a shower. Didn't he remember the disaster of the last party they had went to? It had not been a very nice evening, as she had been expecting it to be. Actually, her and Rosey had gotten into a argument right there in the main room, for everyone to witness. It still embarrassed her, though they had made up and forgiven each other rather quickly.

And then, there was the whole thing about Inora and Sevanni... She was weary, having him here in New Orleans, so close to Inora... And she had to be there tonight, there would be no doubt about it... Nora wouldn't miss a thing like this, she knew her friend too well. When Ali had first told her about what had happened to Inora, she had been irate. Absolutely furious, and had actually smacked Sevanni, storming into his office without a word and smacking him across the face, raking nails across skin. She had yelled at him, threatened to kill him. And she had meant it.

It had taken him some time to convince her to listen to him, and when he explained what had happened, she became extremely confused... Was still confused, even though she had seen the proof herself... Sevanni... She still wasn't sure how she felt about the information he'd given to her that night, but she wouldn't tell anyone... Somehow, she didn't think that Sevanni would want that particular bit of knowledge to be known. Especially to his enemies.

She carefully made sure that there wasn't a single strand of blond hair visible under her mask, which covered the whole top half of her head. She smiled slightly as she tried to envision Sevanni in a Batman costume, and she simply couldn't do it... She hadn't thought that costume parties were his thing. He was much to sophisticated for such things. But, when she saw the invitation, she had been ecstatic, despite her fears that this party would turn out to be as horrible as the Ball had... Especially with the possibility of Inora being there.. On the up side, Sevanni wouldn't have any reason to suspect that they were hiding Nora in New Orleans. People would be flying in from all over the place.

She didn't know if he wondered why she was gone from Thursday night to Monday night, never leaving a trial for him to follow, because she never used his credit cards... Simply cash. He would have no real idea of what she was doing, and she had been careful to make sure that Marcus or none of the others followed her. She wasn't about to allow Sevanni to know about what she did on her weekends, but she always showed back up half way through the night on Monday, so she didn't think that he really took the time to pry into her affairs.

She had picked out these costumes, simply because he had refused the idea for Tom and Jerry, despite her argument at the ironic humor of it all. He had adamantly refused to get into a cat suit, though he had shown some interest to her being in a sexy mouse suit. And now she stood there, looking in the mirror at herself and smiling, white teeth flashing at her as her moss green eyes looked out from the eye slits and surveyed how she looked. She wondered what Sevanni's reaction to her outfit would be? He knew that she was going as Catwoman, but he had not seen the outfit yet. She was also quite a bit taller than usual, since she had to wear heels to complete this outfit. Instead of her usual 5'5, she now stood 5'8. She was glad that being a vampire came with added grace, because had she still been a lycan and tried to wear these damn heels, she would have broken her neck and died.

She turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her quietly and walking down the stairs, seeing Sevanni standing at the bottom. She decided to have a little fun, and jumped up onto the banister and slid down, feeling very much like a little kid. Laughing as she reached the bottom, she looked up at Sevanni and appraised his outfit, her head tilted slightly to one side. A slow smile spread across her lips. "I want to take a picture of this." It wasn't that he looked bad, he really, truly didn't. He actually looked pretty damn good in that outfit, it was just shocking to see someone like Sevanni Black in a Batman costume. "What do ya think?" She asked, motioning with one hand to her own outfit.

After everyone was gathered down at the bottom of the staircase, she walked out the door and to the vehicle they were all going to take. She would have brought her cigarettes with her, but dammit, this costume didn't exactly leave room for anything else. It was skin tight and most definitely didn't have any pockets. So, she had left them behind, deciding that if someone she knew who smoked was there, she would borrow one of theirs.

When they got to the party, her moss green eyes twinkled with amusement. She hadn't expected them to go all out for this party... Then again, it was was New Orleans, party capital of the world. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for someone she knew. She instantly spotted Inora, in a lion outfit, and she smiled at her, waving. That amused her more than anything else could have. her sweet, happy go lucky Inora, dressed up as the King.. Er... Queen of the jungle. She shot Sevanni a warning glance, silently telling him to stay away from Inora. She knew that Inora would be nervous with Sevanni at the party, but Nix had made a promise that she wouldn't let Sevanni bother her, and she meant to keep that damn promise. If he didn't want to cause a scene, then dammit, he would stay away.

Unlike the last party though, she didn't immediately run off and away from Sevanni, but instead hung back to see just what they would get into, and also waiting to see who else would show up here. She knew Kia would show up. She highly doubted that her friend wanted her to show up on her doorstep and start screaming obscene things at her window, disturbing her neighbors. And she would very well do it too. And if she knew Kia at all, Kia would force Kat into coming. That would be interesting. Who all from the pack would come?

[andreelacour]

Halloween party. The perfect excuse to let herself not feel like a recluse for once. It was difficult for her to figure out what kind of costume she was going to show up in, but then she decided that a Geisha was perfect. Not just any geisha, but a sexy one. Short kimono and all.

It was going to be fun. Maybe this would be the perfect time to meet more people. Andrée had lived here for over 100 years and barely left the house, except to feed, and then when she found a way to get blood delivered to her house, then she barely left. Except when she went on walks.

She found the place where the party was going to be held easily enough. The directions on the invitation were clear enough.

She stayed outside at the door for a while, contemplating if this was really as good of an idea as she thought. She'd been holed up in her house for so long that she wasn't sure if she would be able to socialize as well as any other person.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said aloud, to no one in particular. This was going to be harder than she thought, just to get through the door.

With on last effort, Andrée walked through the door and into the main ballroom. It was decorated very beautifully, for a Halloween party. She could sense that others had arrived before her, vampire, werewolf and human alike.

Now that she was inside the building she decided that having a beverage would benefit her best and made her way to the fountain that poured with the red liquid that she knew very well.

She helped herself to a glass and observed the others that were present at the party.

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Geisha Costume

[Ali Ambrose]

Demonic Little Thing

The invitation for the party came in the mail and she was ecstatic. The days had been long and hard and busy and she didnt know what to do to have fun anymore. Vic and her had ended up moving to London because of a mistake on both of their parts. They couldnt go back to Vegas yet. Not for a year or so. But that was all right. She had never sold her place in London so thats where they were staying now. And it worked out for them at the time being.

Vic had been able to open up another bar and she gave in finally to his requests that she work for him. She tended the bar and worked as a waitress at times and of course when she was in the mood she would perform there at the bar. Sing, play piano, that sort of thing. The days had been going by slowly though and she was looking for something to arrive that would have some fun thrown into the mix. And it arrived in the form of the Halloween Costume Party that would be held in New Orleans.

So she had told Vic about it begged him to let them go and when he agreed, because he couldnt resist her puppy pout, she immediately set out to find a costume for herself. She then came up with an idea for both her and Vic. What if they both dressed up as people from a TV show? She had recently seen this one episode of a show called Supernatural. The main male lead called Dean, looked a lot like Vic (xD) and she had loved the sexy outfits the demons got to dress up in.

After Vic agreed to this she went out and bought loose odds and ends to her costume and trusted Vic to get his items that he needed. It hadnt been hard to find hers and the final result was something that she loved. When the costume was taken care of, she had gotten tickets for the both of them to New Orleans. The whole time she wondered who would be showing up and who would be there already. It was an open invitation to anyone. Humans, werewolves and vampires alike. Hopefully no fights would break out.

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Vic and her had arrived at the hotel a few hours ago and she was just putting on the final touch to her costume. A black choker around her neck with a metal ring in the center. This would be the first time in a long time that she wouldnt be wearing her mothers locket. It had been placed safely in her bag of things where no one would see it and she could easily grab later when they returned from the party.

The rest of the costume was sexy. The pants being leather, and clinging to her body, showing off her slim legs and tiny waist. She had fount a sort of corset or bustier shirt that was in crimson red, and laced up from the back and had no sleeves, showing off her pale shoulders and of course, drawing attention to the cleavage in the front. But the demons from the show always dressed like this and so she was just going with what they looked like. She also added some black heels to the outfit, that raised her small height from 5'2 to 5'6.

The last thing about the costume that she had needed to add was going to bug her slightly, but she would deal for a few hours. It was black contacts. The black contacts made her eyes pitch black, no color to be seen. The chocolate brown was completely gone and she looked rather scary. Especially if she smiled and showed some fang. Taking a deep breath she chuckled and then snatched up her phone and shoved it in her pants pocket.

All she had to do was wait for Vic to finish up with his costume and they could head off to the party. "Vic? You almost done?" She asked and walked back into their room of the hotel to check on him.


Word Count: 711
Tag: Vic for now lol
Notes: Sorry its bad x.x

[* Kanna Takahashi]

I have lost my Edge

Kanna ran a hand through her bangs, not quite sure what she wanted to do with her hair. A grim expression spread across her features as she stared into the mirror. She couldn't believe she'd let Kodiak and Acid talk her into actually attending this bullshit gala. Were they out of their fucking minds or something? Sending her into a group where there were actually vampires in a closed in space and within claw reach?

Kanna snorted, putting her eyeliner on in thick rims around her eyes, smearing a bit of it over the tops of her eyelids to give it that smokey look. "I don't know what dope they're smokin', but whatever," she mused before reaching over the mirror for her black and gray beanie, slipping it on over her hair and fixing the locks where they fell on either side of her face. Grabbing the black, spandex mask, she slipped it over her face so that only the chocolate pools of her eyes were visible. Kanna smirked, even though it was not visible in the mirror. "Perfect."

Whirling around, she grasped her katana and slipped it over her shoulder with the strap, the cold of the sheath against her bare back - the only thing was a black bustier that cupped her breasts and lifted them perfectly. On her bottoms were a pair of black, spandex bikini lingerie. Black leather strips held both halve of it together on the sides where it rested on her hips.

Readjusting her black, fingerless gloves, Kanna slipped on her black leather boots over her black socks and smirked, not quite sure how she should take revealing so many parts of her body in such a fashion. All she knew was that her elder brothers would have died right on the spot if they saw her in such a get-up...or beaten her within an inch of her life.

Shrugging, Kanna made her way downstairs from her room and sighed, waving to the clerk at the lobby of the hotel and out onto the busy streets of New Orleans. Party city. She could appreciate this place. But the mere thought of being surrounded by so many vampires at once was a little unsettling. However, Kanna had promised that she would not start up any trouble so long as everyone else left her be and didn't step on any toes.

After all, it had been ages since she'd been in the same room with a vampire and didn't kill them on site. Maybe they won't think to check and see that my sword is actually real Na thought, snickering in her mind as she pushed the door open to the establishment where this "tarty party" was supposed to take place.

Kanna kicked the door open, not feeling at all bad about probably damaging someone else's home. Didn't matter. She wanted a grand entrance and by God, she was going to have it. Smirking behind her mask, Kanna took in the scents around the room and was immediately depressed that the smell of the undead was overwhelmingly more powerful than the few werewolf smells in the area.

Heading straight for the bar, she pulled back her mask and downed a shot of straight liquor before covering her face once more. I swear if more werewolves don't show up, I'm gonna go crazy smelling all these corpses.

[Ellie]

xxx

Lars fidgeted a little in his costume. He never could have his way when it came to what he dressed in for these party things. He was sure he'd just stop trying to put any input in at some point in this lifetime. But for the time being, he was stuck being a mobster. More like a mobster's man-whore. But that was okay, too. The white shirt was a tad too tight for his liking, it wasn't fitting, it was just... tight. At least the vest gave him a little more security, not that he was so insecure in the first place, still, it was different for him. Of course, with Giselle exposing the top half of her undergarments rather lovely way, at least he wasn't alone. The regular black slacks hung a tad low on his waist, held up by a brown belt. His fedora was atop his head, and last but certainly not least, the plain black holster, hanging at his hip lazily contained his pistol. Whether he'd be using it or not, it went with the theme regardless.

Considering the very night was his birthday, and the fact that he had nothing in particular in mind to celebrate, it wasn't all together a forceful effort to get his happy ass to New Orleans.

Lars made it a point to just nod a long with Giselle, interjecting his say here and there. All in all, however, he was distant for the night- not moody, not too apathetic, just distant. He had too many things on his mind at the time, and had for the past few weeks. Mostly on account of the ring on his ring finger at present. And his now fiance walking beside him. But getting early symptoms of cold feet was the reason he had coaxed himself to just shut his trap, dress up and go. He wanted to have a good time, honestly, and kept trying to perk himself up with positive thoughts.

"Uhm" he started offhandedly at her comment, "I think it's to not thoroughly freak the human guests the fuck out," he grinned a little, taking a side glance at her, "Maybe some of them don't know about us." He just shrugged and waved his hands around a bit to her note that she wasn't going to play nice with the werewolves. He really didn't care. Lars didn't see the point in the species beef, he just remained neutral to it all. If a werewolf has prejudgment toward him, however, he wont be the one trying to get cuddly and prove him otherwise.

Once they were inside, Lars was dragged along with her to the fountain, not really caring for any himself at the moment. Although his tongue did moisten his lips a tad once he caught sight of the bar. But of course there was the human there, and a vampire now talking to her, so how bad could it be? Lars just huffed mentally and proceeded to stand by the fountain, feeling as whipped as he looked.

His eyes glanced around before seeing Sevanni Black enter in through the wide wooden doors leading into the main room from the foyer, he opened his mouth in a little silent laugh and elbowed Giselle's side gently, cocking his head in the couple's direction without a word, his face still filled with some amusement before announcing, "I'm getting a drink,"

[/b] and making his way in front of a geisha dressed vampire to head towards the bar- not caring to give anymore attention to anything but his liquor craving. He eyed the door as it was kicked open by some ninja wolf chick. Oh, how facetious, and annoyingly immature, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he continued to walk on. Giselle could keep herself entertained, he was sure of, and if not.. well he was at the bar was he not?[/blockquote]