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

[* Kokia Luxin]

Where's Your Head At

Kia shut her cell phone closed, her grip on the item tightening by the second. Her hand was literally shaking with the sheer anger of it all. Or was it annoyance? She couldn't really tell at this point. All she knew was that she was about to go to a party that she didn't want to go to, dressed in costume - another thing she hated, and all the way in fuckin' New Orleans.

And it was all because of Phoenix Mckenzie.

Growling, Kia flung her closet open, digging through her clothes to see if there was anything remotely similar to an outfit she could put on that resembled cosplay. Her eyes fell on a few articles of clothing and she threw them onto the bed, stripping out of her sweatpants and tank top. "I swear if Nixie wasn't my girl," she muttered, combing a hand through her hair roughly in an attempt to get the tangles out.

Clad in just her bra and panties, she flipped her cell phone open again and dialed Katra's cell. If she was going to be forced to deal with this drama and scene against her will, then by God, she wasn't going to be the only werewolf there dealing with it. Now that Nixie was a vampire, she couldn't count her in the group of the Wolf Warriors anymore. Though she knew her friend would always be a wolf inside.

The phone rang a few times on the other end and she heard Katra's infamous voicemail. When the beep ended, Kia made her way over to the bed to pick up the dark brown shorts. "Katra Shade Maguire...if you make me go through this hell that Nixie has made me suffer, I will never, repeat - NEVER - babysit your kids, invite you to my wedding - whenever the hell that will be, or keep in contact with you for the rest of our natural born lives. Costume party and I know you have business in New Orleans so I'll text you the address. See ya there."

Hanging up the phone, she eyed the clothes and sighed, braiding her hair. This is just great...

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Kia entered the establishment, eyeing all the different people dressed in elaborate or interesting costumes and she was dressed as who? Lara fuckin' Croft from Tomb Raider. She slapped a hand to her forehead, not believing that Nixie's threatening voicemail had really dragged her here against her will.

Making her way toward the bar, she smiled pleasantly to a couple of patrons at the bar, one in particular a girl in a strange variation of a geisha outfit and a male dressed as a mobster - both of them vampires. There was also another girl at the bar dressed as a ninja...provocatively dressed at that.

Kia ordered a scotch, thanked the barkeep and noted that the smell of undead was far more potent than the smell of werewolves. Apparently this invitation had been sent out as an attempt to see how the werewolves would act with the night walkers and vice versa. Kia had no real issues with vampires and even if she did, she couldn't allow herself to now...not with Nixie as one of the Kindred.

Sighing as she walked around quietly, her guns clanking at her sides in their holsters, Kia couldn't believe she was really here. Nevertheless, she was going to give the woman who did this to her hell. Looking around, she managed to spot Nixie and growled, her eyes narrowing as her friend caught sight of her.

"Phoenix Mckenzie!" She all but shoved other people out of her way as she bee-lined for her friend who was accompanied by a tall gentleman who smelled undead, as well as another female werewolf dressed as a cute lion. Grasping Nixie's arm, she pulled her gently - but firmly - toward her and waited until their faces were mere inches apart. "I'm here and I hope you're happy." She let her friend go before placing a hand on her head, rubbing her hand through her bangs. "You know just how much I hate going to things like this." She looked at the man in the batman costume and then to the girl dressed as the lion. "So, who are they?"

WORDS: 708
TAG: Nixie, Inora, Sevanni
NOTES: Gah, Nixie why do you do these things to me? XD

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

Prologue

Absolute confidence in her sister's persona, as far as she could piece together, had lead Yvette Audley to believe that on the night of Halloween Giselle would be up to no good. It was probably an inherent trait, yet another blessing from their shared sire. There was a slender piece of paper dropped like a calling card on the ground of a back alley where she'd just finished an evening meal, the dark stranger of little consequence. What was given due attention was the address, time and date. There were the rare occasions when Yvette was antisocial, but for the most part people were entertainment.

From toying with them to being toyed with she enjoyed the experiment. Unfortunately for most that came into contact with the little beasty, she never forgot a face or a detail of an encounter. She paid close attention to every miniscule detail while maintaining a lazy facade. As if she didn't care. For all intensive purposes, Vet was fairly apathetic – she was someone who enjoyed watching features distort in pain, as much as the next she would assume, but what made them do it…that was far more intriguing. Pressing others’ buttons. Pah, an eventful game.

One would expect such a fledgling to subject itself to self doubt, and a check in morality. It was only human. But when Yvette was turned it became all about what was natural. So a few bystanders got hurt, they were meant to be there…and she was meant to feed. There was a disturbing lack of remorse in the immortal. In fact she could probably count on one hand, including her human years, how many times she had apologized. And there was perhaps once that she’d actually been sorry. It did not occur to her how brazen it was to attend a party where she knew literally no one.

No one…but Giselle Audley. While they had never formally met, the Audley sisters had been in close proximity, so near in fact that Yvette could smell Giselle’s perfume of the day. It had never seemed a correct time to announce her presence…her existence. And contrary to common belief, her desire to let herself be known was much less about finding herself than being…fair. Giselle was no longer an only child. That was sometimes shocking, and others it altered the victims’ personalities altogether. As always, Vet was a special case.

Curiosity. Was Giselle anything like her sister? Was she as beautiful? Was she as bloodthirsty? A strange situation, it was. After all…their father was a strange man. It was appropriate then that their daughters were strange individuals as well. Strange and immortal.

The bed was carefully made, in pristine shape down to the upturned comforter directly before the pillows were placed at the headboard. An outfit, freshly dry cleaned, was laid on the foot of the king size, and a nude Yvette stood, leant against the door jam. Staring into the bedroom with her arms folded akimbo over her ample breasts she examined the proposed wardrobe. A well pedicured foot rubbed the opposite leg absent mindedly, wandering over the smooth, immaculate skin. Her wan irises glinted even in the fading light, the candles about the space giving the shadows soft appeal. The flickering illumination danced over her features as she moved to finally begin to assemble.

First the underwear, simple black lace to match the corset. That was made swift work of, and she was soon pulling the ebony dress over her slender form, slipping her arms through the appropriate holes. Next came the heels, perhaps more promiscuous than Audrey Hepburn may have chosen them…but they suited Yvette. Daintily applying her makeup, curling her lashes and painting on lipstick as red as the blood she’d sipped calmly beforehand. We wouldn’t want things to get nasty at the party would we? Personally, Yvette was fairly certain she would crave such excitement by the end of the night. She was, after all, a selective creature and preferred a very certain type of crowd.

A lady in waiting knocked meekly at the door, whispering the time with hissed urgency – Abigail knew how her mistress responded to being tardy, to any event no matter how small it was. The cool, sickeningly pleasant glance and low murmur, instructing her to have the Porsche fetched from the garages, that was bestowed upon the servant sent the smaller immortal striding hurriedly back down the hall. Staring mockingly into her own eyes, Vet examined her reflection with both appraising and pompous eyes. ”Lovely.” Her voice was as crystal, ringing elegantly in the air for only a second before it dissipated.

Minutes later she was descending the stairs, clutch in one hand, while the other palm held a pair of black satin gloves, a cigarette holder and keys. Although Yvette had never picked up the habit of smoking, it suited her assumed identity well. Departing from her own, temporary, residence, she arrived at her destination perhaps twenty minutes later – compliments of the newly installed booster in the 911. As she dropped the keys in the trembling hands of the valet, a predatory smile – the glint of her incisors impressive even for the breed, was gifted to the boy. He was probably in his early twenties as well, but in all honesty, she would not cavort with someone who appeared…so inexperienced.

Not that Yvette did much “cavorting”. She was a serial monogamist, adopting a partner only until she grew bored some months later. Man candy. Is what they were. It freed her enough to be choosy, and somewhat snobbish. Only the best were acceptable. And young pups rarely knew what went where, poor tykes. She had climbed the stairs now, and was just about to open the door when someone was exiting. The double doors swung open and she had but an instant to move herself from harm’s way. This setback resulted in an irritated growl, as well as the vampire daintily tripping the clearly intoxicated human as it proceeded to curse and roll down the stairs. Without a second glance, she entered. Her gaze waltzed over the occupants, an action with but one purpose. Giselle. And there she was. Her costume was on the other end of the spectrum, and Yvette enjoyed a quiet chuckle over it.

Not one to rush into foolishness, she meandered towards the fountain, whose scent was as intoxicating as its content. Helping herself to a glass, she sipped and allowed her eyes to shut appreciatively for just a moment. Why did anyone need alcohol? A little bit of B- took the edge off of any mood. Idiots. The mischievous expression on the fledgling’s features more than compensated for the relative modesty of her attire, her incisors in full view as she smiled and took in the ambience, it was then that she decided to rock the boat.

Casually, she meandered towards her sibling, appearing as innocent as Yvette ever could manage. As she passed Giselle, she dipped her shoulder, bumping her lightly while a smirk elicited her playful amusement. ”Ms. Audley.” It was beyond her as to whether or not that little brush with danger would produce a brawl. But either way, the Audleys would have their talk. Not stopping to apologize, she turned and moved up the stair well daintily as can be. Making her way through the cozy little smoking parlor she exited to the balcony and waited…like a spider in its web. The itsy, bitsy spider…Oh who gives a damn about those lines. Come and play, Giselle. Come and meet the family.

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Word Count // 1, 260
Outfit // Breakfast At Tiffany's
Tag // Audley & Anyone else
Music // Wake The Dead by The Used
Comments // BAYAM!

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[Katra Maguire]

"Katra Shade Maguire...if you make me go through this hell that Nixie has made me suffer, I will never, repeat - NEVER - babysit your kids, invite you to my wedding - whenever the hell that will be, or keep in contact with you for the rest of our natural born lives. Costume party and I know you have business in New Orleans so I'll text you the address. See ya there."

A low sigh escaped her lips as she listened to her voicemail. She had been in the kitchen originally when the phone came through and she hadnt heard the ringing over the blare of the microwave and the TV that was on in the living room of the pack house. People were hustling around and of course snatching up her food when it had been meant for her. She had made chicken and rice and by the time she was done serving everyone else she had barely any left for herself.

Her phone had been in her room, placed on the dresser and it made such an annoying little beep sound when it wasnt answered or checked and there was a message waiting for her. Thats what had grabbed her attention. Her room was normally quiet. Her pups were asleep and Aura was asleep as well. Each of them had one crib, already learning to be one as a pack. She loved them all so much and if Damien wasnt the father of Aura, no one would touch that little girl.

The little girl who reminded her way to much of her mother. She knew there was going to be hell to pay when she got older. But she looked forward to it. And at least her pups wouldnt be alone. They would have someone to play with.

At the end of the message from Kia she growled slightly, and then sighed once more. A costume party. And of course she had gotten the invite. But she hadnt actually thought about going. She had scoffed at it and thrown it away. Parties were not her thing unless she was crashing it. And this party she would have to be good at. No hunting the little vampies and no scoffing at the humans who were too stupid to realize they were in danger and in a room full of immortal and supernatural beings.

Well looks like she had no choice. In a way she was amazed Nix hadnt called her and done the same thing. Was she loosing her best friend? But she shook her head and sat back up from her position that she had been in on her bed. She tossed her phone back on to the dresser, liking the thunk sound as it hit and then got up and looked at her closet, rifling through things to try and find something that might work for a costume. But sadly, she had no such luck. She would have to go to a stupid store and get a costume.

Getting changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt and her tennis shoes she went out to the garage after telling someone to watch the pups while she would be away. Because once she got her costume she was off. But she was dragging some people down with her. Starting up her car she could have purred at the rumble. She loved Mustangs. And hers was a beauty. Speeding out of the garage she headed off to the nearest costume store and pulled out her cell phone to call those people that she would be dragging with her.

Her first victim...her husband. "Tristan Maguire, get your ass a costume and meet me at the airport. We are going to New Orleans for that costume party. Dont ask. Ill explain later. Dont make me pull rank on you. Love you." She then hung up and slid into a parking space at the same time as she called her second victim. "Damien, get your ass up. Im making you go somewhere again. But Im coming along. Go get a costume. No..I dont care that your tired. Just do it."

The costume store was open and she walked in with a sullen look. Time to pick out her outfit.

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Okay so the plane ride had been horrible. She hated planes. And she hated the fact that she had to be here in New Orleans for a party she didnt really want to be at. Tristan had been late or she hadnt seen him so she would see him at the party. Same with Damien. She wondered what costumes they would pick out. Well, she herself had picked a costume she never would have thought of wearing in a million years. She had picked out a character from a movie. The character Selene from Underworld. She had loved the outfit. But she wasnt to big a fan of the idea of being a vamp.

But hey, they could pull it off. She could too. She had gotten blue contacts and all. Her canine teeth were elongated to look like fangs and she had placed the blue contacts in to make it the 'vampire' eyes. When in reality she knew they turned red for real vamps. She had even gone as far as cutting her long hair and dying it black. Would Kira recognize her? She didnt know but she would find out soon.

Arriving at the party after leaving the airport she held in a growl at all the vampires. So far the werewolves were outnumbered. But hopefully that would change. She walked over to the bar, ignoring the vampires and ordered herself a beer, snatching it up when the man handed it to her. She chugged half of it before she spotted Kia and, to her surprise, Nix. She walked over, a grin on her features. "Well well Kia. Find any lost treasures?" She teased her and winked and then turned her gaze to Nix. "Nixie. Looking purrfect." She laughed and hoped her friend wouldnt mind her being here.

Her only comfort was that she had her guns in the pockets of the costume meant for fake ones. And of course her lighter and cigarettes in the coat pocket. She was dying to have one now, but she would wait.

Word Count: 1064
Tag: Nix and Kia
Notes: None
Costume: Click!

[ivie]

-- A costume party? Just the chance to yet again go to her sister for a tailor made costume, something Iliana is fantastic at, and lord knows that she makes them just the right way too. Knowing the way they just seem to be able to maneuver perfectly, let alone hug her lucious frame right, the feel of these clothes her sister does is fantastic. The special request for tonight, a specific costume to help link her to her parents heritage, but yet be sexy at the same time. With the package before her, perfectly folded clothes, it is time to finally unwrap the gift and see how well she did. The beautiful wrapping paper is carefully unfolded, definatley something worth keeping for a later date to use for a present to someone. As the box is revealed, the little bands keeping it closed slide off easily with a little force behind them, allowing the lid to be taken off. Looking inside on the carefully folded paper, Ivie's jaw drops at the masterpiece her sister did.

-- Rushing into her big bathroom, ivie has the box with her and is trying to get this all on as quick as she can to model the amazing work her sister has done. Knowing her sister, everything is included, thankfully she knows she can see her later in the week to drop off a small payment for the things she had to look for and buy herself, making this the perfect costume ever for Ivie. As the last touches are made, sliding the boots on, the bathroom that she is in has full length mirrors going in a semi circle, allowing her to twirl around and admire the beauty of the cloth, the way it hugs, moves, and just depicts pure awesomeness. The blue top, along with free flowing skirt and leotard like bottom allow the perfect maneuverability. The heels aren't too clumsy, allowing for the flexibility and easy movement, while the fishnets help shape the legs just fine for her. Thankfully her sister didn't try including the wrist bands, because lord knows that they would be a bit bigger and clunky compared to what ivie has on disposal. Reaching into a drawer she rarely uses, she pulls out the spiked bands and puts them on quickly, looking and realizing the hair isn't done yet.

-- How can a minor detail be over looked on such a great costume? The white bands streaming down from the hair make the touch to this, completing the outfit. Quickly putting her hair up into the traditional buns, nothing short of needed for the outfit, ivie places the ribbons around them and then looks on in joy as her outfit is complete. Nothing could have made her happier this year then to go as her favorite charachter from Street Fighter, let alone the one a movie came out about recently, Chun-Li. That oriental look, plus her kickass abilities make it such a great costume, let alone her clothes are just great in ivie's eyes. having everything on her finally, Ivie is ready to head out, already having traveled down to New Orleans ahead of her sisters to be ready for this.

-- With her costume finally set, it is time to head through the crowd and take her to the party. Thankfully it is only a few blocks away from her hotel, as people are out en masse on the streets. Afraid of taking one of her darling rides to here, she instead decides walking her way shall be the best measure. The only hard part is, it is known perverts shall appear around this time, so shaking them off without any real physical altercation is the best hope. Stepping outside for her walk to the place, ivie looks at the mass of people in the street, trying to make her way through this crowd. Alot of costumes catch her eyes, a few trying to dress as a werewolf, her inner wolf growling for release to showcase the lies these people are doing to her kind. The frustration making her want to change here and now, but the possibilities of problems arising is what manages to keep her in line. Such self control almost lost because of one idiot. Looking about, the smells around her are of some great food, with a few unknown wolves and vampis mixed in. Walking on, she carefully watches her surroundings as she nears the place for the party.

-- As the final corner is rounded, it is only two blocks now to where it is being held. The streets are getting fuller by the minute it feels. With only a few feet to go, a striking smell pierced the air. Lifting her head slightly, her guard is let down as ivie feels someone smack her right across the ass. Turning around she catches the culprit with his hand still on her. Angered by his movements, she grasps his arm and turns towards a barren spot, quickly dragging him over her body and flipping him onto the group. "You damn pervert, that is what you deserve!" she yells at him, leaving him down and disgraced. Leaving his drunk self there, she moves on and resniffs the air. Scent of wolf. Familiars. Interesting, something close too. Waiting by the door, the scent isn't from inside just yet, but from the outside rather. Looking around, the scent is spotted getting closer. A wolf has dared show parts of himself, major self cpontrol on his behalf. With his tail poking out behind his pants, his ears changed, and a collar on, he is playing the part of a dog. Next to him, the unmistakable look of a move she loves, Underworld. Selene, the person she really doesn't remember much, but it is easy to tell it is her. Walking forward she waves, just slightly letting her scent get closer to them and show her wolf smell off. Looks like tonight can be fun after all as it starts the party off with a great looking guy.

-- TAG -- Kat, Damien
-- STATUS -- Dancing
-- WORD COUNT --
-- MUSIC --
-- OUTFIT -- clickie
-- NOTES -- Yay Chun-Li Costume XD

[Damien Rogue]

Ring. Ring. Ring.

A soft growl moved from his lips as the phone on the dresser started to go off. The only person that really had his number and called him was Kat. And of course his co-owner for his club. Seeing as Kat was in the house, she wouldnt be calling him. His arm reached out blindly and he felt the tip of the phone with his fingers. They brushed across the phone and since it was the only thing sitting on the dresser, it slid across the surface of the wood and fell to the floor.

This caused another growl to erupt and his eyes flashed briefly to black as a spark of anger flared in him. This shit always happened to him. But he moved slightly, his body hanging half way out of the bed and snatched up the phone from the carpeted floor. "Hello?" He asked and rubbed his eyes, flipping to his back.

"Damien, get your ass up. Im making you go somewhere again. But Im coming along. Go get a costume."

"But Im tired!"

"No..I dont care that your tired. Just do it."

And with that she hung up on him and left him alone with the quiet in his room again. It was pitch black and he didnt have a single light on. His eyes were glowing slightly, his werewolf side kicking in and he rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself down. His wolf didnt like this either. But it was getting tired of him moping around. It wanted to get up and hunt again. Run with the pack and actually be free once more. He had been locked up in here for a while now. Maybe this would be good for him. The bonfire hadnt helped.

The problem was, what in the world was he going to wear for a costume? And why the hell was Kat going to this event anyway? She had scoffed and ripped the letter apart and then tossed it out in the trash. He was surprised she hadnt just dumped it down the disposal drain. And now suddenly she was going? Yeah, something had happened that changed her mind. But he wasnt going to ask. Knowing Kat, she wasnt going to tell him anyway.

Slipping out of bed he went over to his closet and pulled on a pair of black jeans over his boxers and a tight black t-shirt. It was his hunting clothes, but he would add a little extra to the outfit to become his costume. It was good enough. He was too lazy to go to the store and he didnt really want to go anyway. So gritting his teeth and taking in a deep breath, he gathered some control on himself and let his wolfs ears and tail out.

They were fluffy and white and his eyes flashed to the yellow green color before shifting back to emerald green. His canines were elongated as well and he just let them be and grabbed a dog collar Caleb had bought him as a joke a long time ago. It had some spikes on it and he chuckled softly as he snapped it around his neck and then scratched behind his one ear. Well, his costume looked realistic. That was for sure. Now to head to New Orleans....

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Walking down Bourbon street, cigarette in hand he glared at people, his eyes still that sad looking emerald green. He had seen Kat not to far ahead of him and he was amazed that she hadnt seen him. Or maybe she had and she just wasnt turning to say hi to him yet. As Kat slipped inside he tilted his head slightly towards the direction of another werewolf scent. So at least they wouldnt be the only werewolves there. He had a gut feeling that more vampires would show up.

He might need to keep Kat from killing them. He had taken a new stand on vampires partly. He would only kill the ones that deserved it. Until then, they were innocent. And it didnt help that his ex mate was now a vampire. Maybe thats why his wolf had given up on the sorrow. It knew its mate was gone. Just went completely off the face of the earth. Maybe he could move on, but it would take some time. Kat had told him what had happened and he hadnt wanted to believe her.

He still didnt really believe her. But he would trust the alphess and maybe see for himself sometime. He had no idea what was in store for him tonight. And in a way, he didnt want to know. He nodded to the female werewolf, looking at her costume slightly and smiled and then held the door open for her. "Ladies first." He said kindly. Just because he didnt want to be here didnt mean he didnt remember his manners.

He let his cigarette drop and he crushed it with his shoe slightly and then shoved his lighter and pack back into his back pocket.

Word Count: 869
Tag: Ivie
Notes: None

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni looked up as the vision of Nixie had appeared up on the top of the stairs. Quite surprised to see her move to the banister and slide down like a juvenile. It was already turning into a good night, and of course she had made him chuckle.

Apart from the sight of tight leather on both, the feel of it was quite annoying, however he did feel rather superhero like. His mission, try to behave while at this party."I want to take a picture of this." She started after reaching the floor and pressing heels over the wood. She had been very much taller than her normal height, which was better for him because it meant he didn't have to crouch down as much just to plant lips over her own. But after the events they had gone through. His jaw still felt that surge of stinging from that smack she delivered.

So what if he raped her friend. She had it coming. Or so he thought. If he had been whole he wouldn't have done such a thing. But it happened and he explained why. Now maybe she understood why he seemed a bit....off.

"Not one single picture...." He teased with caution. "It's bad enough I have to wear this tight costume." But it had showed his guns as well as other proportions that screamed 'I work out bitches, get a load of that!'

He shook his head before she had Vanna Whited herself in front of him. One letter he'd like to turn. "What do ya think?"A sideways grin emerged over his mouth as he looked her over. How could he not? She was a foul little tease and he wondered if she knew it or not. The best part was, they were talking.

It took a while to get there, but they got there pretty festively. Not late, not early, but the perfect time one should show up to such an event. He was more than happy to step out of that car and onto some concrete. The last party he had to leave rather abruptly, which made it hard for him to have a nice enjoyable meal. Tonight would be different. He could already smell that which he wanted.

As soon as they stepped inside he had spotted so many that he had met or seen before. A couple of interest, the latest Bonnie and Clyde duo with an attempt to showboat. How pathetic they were. Some of Nixies friends. She was lucky he didn't know about who the baby was with, but he had a feeling it would slip out tonight, and he would be sure to find out who and where.

Two lines created from one would end up being a bad thing, but he was going to have fun, and he was sure Imogine would as well. He caught her glimpse. That look of warning. How dare she. If she was on her best behavior it would be her luck to not get pounced on. "There are rules about such events as these....I can assure you....unless otherwise pushed, I will be on my best behavior." Spoken low so no one else would really hear, loud enough for her ears to taste words.

He smirked. He couldn't fight it. Girls. Her girls. Coming up with gleeful shouts and getting sight on him. This was when he would make his getaway and get the hell out of there before he had to hear laughter and cunning little mips about his costume or what he had done to many people in that room. Even more so....he could go grab cigar and smoke out in the back. The night air was too good to pass up.

"If you will excuse me ladies." He spoke. If they didn't know who he was then, they surely knew now. He could have kissed her temple, but face it, what was the point? She'd come around eventually. They all did.

Sevanni moved about the room, shaking hands with a few prodigies that loved their musicality and did nothing but work hard for what they were. A couple who had lived in Russia, his wife lovely as ever. A nice little view of Lars and Giz. Maybe the night was on a sliding scale. He just couldn't tell anymore.

[andreelacour]

Andrée finished her glass of blood in one gulp, as her eyes followed a gangster dressed vampire head towards the bar.

Now that looks like a good idea.

Now that she was fed, to an extent, it was now time to imbibe some alcohol. She wasn't an alcoholic by any extent, but she did enjoy the stuff. A lot. She didn't drink every night, but since this was a special occasion, she was going to enjoy it. And maybe she'd loosen up and meet someone.

Her long sleeves swished as she walked across the room towards the bar. When she arrived, she heard a bang and turned around in time to see the door be kicked open by a ninja, obviously a wolf.

"Someone needs to learn some class." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular. She turned back to the bartender and ordered herself a drink: rye and ginger. Someone once told her it was an old drink. At the time she had just smiled at said person and brushed off the comment.

There was so much activity going on around her. And more werewolves in the room than she was comfortable with. One of the few things that her sire had actually taught her was a healthy fear for the wolves. She wasn't outright afraid, but she felt her back involuntarily stiffen at the scent of all of them that were entering the ballroom.

Andrée took a sip of her drink, and sent her gaze across the room again. Maybe she should get her fortune read? It sounded like a good bit of fun. OF course she didn't believe in that sort of thing, but it couldn't hurt to see, could it? She could feel the sensation of the alcohol start it's work, so soonAndrée would be up for anything.

Eyes still on the roaming fortuneteller, "Should I or shouldn't I?"

Tearing her eyes away, Andrée shook her head. "Maybe not. I don't think that I'm quite drunk enough for that just right now." She just smiled at her foolishness and ordered another drink.

[ivie]

-- Is it true that there are still some men who have honor in this world? Much to the disbelief of Ivie, it is. Even if only a small chivalrous sign, the young man she found to be very attractive was holding a door for her, something that is very uncommon in her life. Looking to the female he is accompanying, it is easily apparent these two aren't lovers of sorts, as mannerisms don't match up. Quick profiling is a special trait one must learn when dealing with strangers, and so far neither of them has gone off her radar. However, one always has to be on her toes, especially on a day when you know the weirdos always come out, and some random humans could come into the fray, not knowing what is within this building. However, those people that might wander in aren't her concern, as tonight is her night off unless these crazy vampires she know that shall surround her will be planning an attack, then hopefully her sisters show up, giving support. Otherwise, her concern shall be this guy before her, maybe the one to finally take away the edge she has had lately.

-- As she walks in, she nods to the man and memorizes his face, soft, but yet cut in the right areas to form just the right way. His smoking habit she could do without, but every human has flaws, and things need to be forgiven and forgotten, so that can be passed over. As she walks in, she motions at him to follow her, hopefully to get some alone time with him away from the other wolf, who is either his alphess, or a family member that he really is attached to and looks over him. Either way, the other female could potentially stop her chances of getting to know him, seeing if he is purely right for her.

-- A blessing in disguise as the young female walks over towards a vampire and another werewolf, apparently some long time friends of hers. Discarding her previous worries, she knows this young male wolf can be all hers for a few hours possibly, but with the way this place is starting to crowd, the challenge is finding some open space. Walking over towards the bar, with the man in tow, she quickly looks at the options of refreshments and picks herself up a bottle of Miller Lite that is sitting in a huge tub of ice. Not really seeing if he gets himself anything yet, she continues onward, glancing back to make sure he is still with her. The best place seen for privacy is through some doors off to the side, leading to a pier.

-- Walking through the doors to the outer side, the fresh air is welcomed compared to that of vampires and other wolves crowding around her. The inner beast loves the free spirit of the open, not being crowded in and packed into a tight space, unable to maneuver its way. So, the fresh smell of the air coming off the water, the sea salt, hitting her nose is a refreshing wake up. Popping the top off of her drink, Ivie looks towards the sky and sees not a single cloud in sight, stars starting to shine bright in there never ending dominion. The moon, rising slowly, a few days near the full moon, stirring the beast inside of her for release, being held back by the knowing tonight isn't a chance to free roam, but tomorrow will be different. Looking back, she spots her companion near by, his gaze wandering between her and the moon, especially with how bright it is thanks to no cloud coverage.

-- Amazed by the way the moon manages to catch his face, awe strikes her as she can't help but glance sometimes to the side. Looking back towards the moon, there is nothing to do but hopefully start a conversation. Taking another sip from her beer, Ivie wishes to finally break the ice. "So, the moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?", she asks.

-- TAG -- Damien
-- STATUS -- On The Pier
-- WORD COUNT -- 792 with code
-- MUSIC -- Ghost Town - Shiny Toy Guns
-- OUTFIT -- clickie
-- NOTES -- Back to ya Alikins

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle wasn't perceptive. The cold hearted Bitch found difficulty empathizing with others. She was aware of what Lars was going through, but she didn't know how to console him when he was the source of his own misery. He got down on one knee. He slipped the ring on her finger. He baffled her when he proposed -- he who feared commitment.

After Giselle's late husband almost decapitated her, Giselle's trust in others who promised they loved her was shot to hell. Lars promised he'd never betray her, but Jack Audley promised this as well. Then he attempted manslaughter. When that failed, he stole Giselle's money, went to Vegas, and fucked every woman he laid eyes on. While all this was happening, Giselle was convinced he left her to see the world. That's what his note said, and Giselle's absolute love and trust in him blinded her from accepting any other alternative. After Jack returned in debt up to his eyeballs, his scheme to slaughter his wife and inherit the rest of her money fell through the roof when Lars became the wiser.

Lars killed Jack Audley. It should have ended there. It didn't. Giselle's paranoia skyrocketed. She believed everyone was out to get her. Lars promised she could trust him. Jack promised he loved her, she was his one and only, they would be together forever. The former servant became power hungry, obsessed with wealth. Giselle didn't mean to say Lars was like Jack. God no. That sick bastard was the lowest of the low. But because Giselle went through that experience once, she could never ever allow herself to be forced into that position again. If Lars betrayed her - didn't matter how insignificant that betrayal was - she would kill him before she let him get away with it. No man will ever hurt this vampire again.

The ring might feel heavy on Lars's finger. He might be having second thoughts. He knew the consequence of this. If he backed out of this commitment then it was over. No pressure or anything... He knew the cost when he started dating her. She was a brash, abrasive, stubborn, cold bitch, and everything needed to be her way. She wasn't a good person - but she was significantly better after she met Lars. After Lars came into her life, she learned consideration of other's emotions. She'd consider them, but she wouldn't agree with them. The difference between her then and now was now she acted with discretion. Lars didn't make her any nicer, he just smoothed some rough off the edges. Tough love was her credo. She spoke her mind, and anyone who dared challenging her was completly wrong just on principle. She was rotten to the core. The embodiment of flaw. This was the woman Lars fell in love with. If he couldn't handle her, that was his problem.

She accepted that the gravity of the situation could be overwhelming to her fiance. She was high maintenance, and she came with certain standards and expectations. Lars felt like a fish out of water, lost and confused with their recent engagement. He didn't know how to be married while Giselle had been down this route and had a very unpleasant experience. She was nervous, too. If he was having second thoughts, she didn't want to hear it. Lars was not going to fuck this up for her. The trust she allowed herself to feel in him accumulated over a long period of time. And after the Jack ordeal, she trusted him indubitably. He stood by her side, was utterly loyal, and acted as he felt was in her best interest while she didn't even know what that was. This trust in him was a big deal for Giselle after Jack. If Lars did so much as shake the foundations of this, Giselle would never know love again.

She was hopeless. Her poor fiance was feeling shitty and anxious. His distant temperament indicated that something was up. Right now, she was perfectly content. Lars was going to be her husband soon. She refused to acknowledge he was feeling off because of a ring on his finger. Her world would come crashing down around her. Nothing was wrong, everything was perfect.

Presently, Giselle was just a vampire at a Halloween party standing by a fountain with her fiance. That was it. No deep thoughts about anything other than which werewolf to hurl her daggers at first. Typical Giselle in her typical mood. As Sevanni Black made his entrance, Giselle received a nudge from her lover, snickering at his costume choice. He looked foolish. Giselle would make it a point to take a picture later so everyone in the world could see the big bad Sevanni in a cape and tights.

When Lars announced his latest ambition, Giselle grabbed his wrist and cut him off. Weaving her arms around his neck, she pushed herself against him and caught his lips with her own. Parting just enough so she could speak and dropping her hands to slide up and down his arms slowly, she purred, "Baby, I will fuck you on that bar right now to prove my undying love for you. But we can go upstairs later." Fingers gliding up, she held his face tenderly. Massaging his temples with her thumbs, she added with a wicked little smile, "I still need to give you your birthday present," she traced his jaw line with her finger lazily, "It's back in Paris." Pecking his cheek, she released him. "Go have your drink. I'll join you soon."

Watching him make his was to the bar for a moment, Giselle sighed and held out her hand to gaze at her ring lovingly, cocking her head slightly. Not a thought of the symbol it stood for, Giselle shallowly perceived the rock as something she would have to polish soon. Her musings were interrupted when a gentle bump to the shoulder induced a savage snarl. Reaching for the hilts of her daggers, gray orbs simultaneously flashed to the fool who braved this suicidal assault, only to meet a reflection of her own eyes. The culprit boasted a mischievous smile to compliment impish eyes. Ms. Audley she articulated in a sleek and deliberately jeering tone Giselle found infuriating. The vampress glowered murderously. Her temper flared when the foolish vampire foxily continued past her in a tactful glide, seemingly with the acute purpose to tease Giselle, therefore invoking her the right to follow this challenger to quash her existence.

Shooting a quick glance to the bar, Giselle surmised that Lars would be fine there, and wouldn't want to put up with her antics tonight anyway. He deserved a break from her mischief. She could grant him at least that after she'd given him such a hard time. He probably wouldn't even miss her. Giselle ripped the daggers out of their sheaths. Holding them numbly at her side, she hastened to pursue her adversary.

Tracking her scent up the stairs and out to the balcony, Giselle found the vampire to be waiting for her collectedly. Giselle raised a dagger with a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. She took a commanding step forward while issuing warning growls through bared fangs. "What are you playing at, girl? Lie and this is going through your head," she snarled. Whoever she was, she obviously knew Giselle. If this was the case, then she should be exceptionally aware that crossing Giselle was a very stupid thing to do.

the count was 1286 and she's wearing this and theseand also, Why hello there, sister!.

[* Phoenix Slater]

His grin spread wider, and for a moment he forgot all about his fangs. They glinted dully in the lighting, and he let out a small chuckle. Wonderful. I was worried for a minute there. He flashed her his own version of the flirty smile, gray-green eyes softening. This little human seemed to bring out the best in him. He nodded when she said the seemed to bump into each other everywhere, and his eyes twinkled. Almost like fate, would you say? He said with a playful wink. He smiled at her costume again, eyes trailing along the lace appreciatively. I love your costume, too. Very becoming of you. He shoved a strand of green haird from his eyes, sighing heavily when it flopped right back down again. I'm sorry. Damn thing. I think I need a trim. He held the rebellious strand of hair between his thumb and index finger, frowning at it.

His eyes almost bulged out of his head when she offered him her neck. He took a half-step backwards, eyes slightly panicked. After a moment, he shrugged, sliding closer to her. He smiled at her, slipping one arm behind her back and tugging her closer to him. My dear, you have no idea how I've hungered. He breathed, trailing his nose along her neck. He smiled lightly, parting his lips and touching his fangs to her throat. He could feel her blood, her life, throbbing there, and he nearly took her then. But he resisted, instead giving her a playful little nip; nothing hard enough to draw blood, because well, he wasn't sure he could handle it. He pulled back though, his olive-green eyes dancing with excitement. Mmmm...one little bite couldn't hurt, could it? His mind thought. It almost persuaded him to grab her again, but he sighed. She was intrigueing, and with her he almost felt human again. He touched his tongue to his fangs, closing his eyes half-way. No. Not almost. But close.

Ahh...it's best you don't tempt me. I might actually give in next time. He told her with another smile, tapping her lightly on the nose. He was half-serious, though. He didn't know if he could resist her next time. Thinking back on it, she had seemed surprised he had recognized her. He could have told her that he knew her by her scent, but there was no need to frighten the girl. Maybe, sometime in the future he would show her there was reason to fear him. But not now, not tonight. This was party time, boys and girls. Perhaps you will allow me to get you a drink? Or at least accompany you to get another? He extended the crook of his elbow, as seen in so many movies, and gave another flirty smile. He could interact without letting her know what he was. Oh, how he loved All Hallows Eve.

The room was much fuller than he remembered it being a few short moments ago. Holy crap...where did they all spawn from? He muttered, looking from face to face. He wasn't sure what to do now. Wolves had joined the mix, and he wasn't sure how they'd respond. They seemed to be doing well with the other vampires. But he was younger than the rest somehow. A fledgling, he'd heard them say. He took that to mean that he wasn't as strong as them. This worried him a bit, but he remembered he was supposed to be talking to a human. He would worry about the wolves later. Besides, wasn't Inora a great example that not all of them were out to get him? She had snapped at him at first, but once it became apparent that he didn't kill humans (or at least tried not to) she had backed down. Could they all be like that? Shall we? He asked Larkin, wiggling his elbow a bit more.

[*Phoenix McKenzie]

Not one single picture....It's bad enough I have to wear this tight costume. She gave a fake pout, trying to keep herself from grinning. In a way, she had a mean reason for picking these particular costumes for them to wear. Sure, she looked sexy as hell in this Catwoman costume, and she couldn't say that Sevanni looked bad in his Batman costume. It was rather amusing, having him dressed as a super hero instead of a villain, which was what she had seen him as for so long. But, she had another, much more secret reason for having him in that particular outfit. She had found some that would have suited him better, but had stumbled across that costume and had instantly reacquired her mean streak. It was a kind of playful punishment for what he had done to Inora. Having him go out in that particular outfit. Though, she would never tell him that, and she didn't know if he suspected that or not.

The ride to the party had been extremely uneventful, and rather boring. She was anxious to get there, wondering if Kia would show up or not. She smirked silently to herself. If her friend didn't show, she would make good on her word. Although, she would be cutting it extremely close to dawn by doing so, but she didn't care. It would be worth it to see the look on Kia's face at being so rudely woken up at that hour. Kia was a lot of things, but a morning person, was not one of them, at least when she was woken up, anyway.

When she spotted Nora and sent Sevanni a warning glance, she saw the slight flash of anger and annoyance cross his face before he spoke. There are rules about such events as these....I can assure you....unless otherwise pushed, I will be on my best behavior. She nodded, trusting that he would be on good behavior, at least when it came to Inora. She was the only one that Nix cared about him stirring trouble with. If she so much as saw him cast a hateful glance towards her lovie, she would cause a scene the likes of which he had never seen before. And be damned with the consequences later on.

Phoenix Mckenzie! Nixie looked up at the sound of that voice, a smile on her face as her friend Kia marched over towards her, a glare on her face. So, she had heeded her warning and come after all, it seemed. She was about to say hello when Kia grabbed her arm and pulled her down to her height. I'm here and I hope you're happy. Nix grinned at Kia, white teeth flashing. "Ecstatic! I figured you would come after that message I left you. And I meant it too."

So, who are they? If it were possible, her face had turned even paler than before as she looked from Kokia to Sevanni. She really, really didn't want to introduce Kia to Sevanni, because Kia knew very good and well who had turned her, and knew it had been for the most part, against her will. Kokia would throw all rules of behaving out the window and attack Sevanni there on the spot. As she raked her brain, searching for something to tell Kia, a way to change the subject, she was momentarily saved in the form of her other best friend Katra.

Well well Kia. Find any lost treasures? Nixie. Looking purrfect. Nix beamed, both glad to see her friend actually here, though shocked at the same time, and glad to have a reason to not answer Kia's question. "As are you Kitten... Though I wouldn't have expected you to show up here, none the less in a vampire costume." She wanted desperately to ask how her daughter was... But Sevanni still did not know where she had left Aura, and she didn't intend for him to find out, either. That was something that would have to wait until later. It occurred to her that Kat would tell Kia who was beside her, and she once again began frantically trying to figure out away for them to get away from him... Preferably, as far away as possible.

Once again, however, she was saved. If you will excuse me ladies. Sevanni said before gliding around them and walking away from their little group. Phoenix gave a mental sigh, glad that he was gone from them, for now at least. It wasn't the best idea to have both Kat AND Kia there with Sevanni in easy reach. Kia would find out who he was before the night was out, no doubt in her mind, but that was something that she would wait to worry about when the time came.

Once Sevanni was well out of earshot, she smiled at Kat. "How's Aura? Is she doing okay? Are you here by yourself, or..." She stopped, her words trailing off as a scent hit her. She became as still as a statue, both her mind and body frozen. She hadn't seen Damien since before leaving to return to Sevanni. When she had taken Aura to the pack house, she had avoided Damien like the plaque, and had avoided him again when she returned to Paris just that once after she had been turned. "Oh.." And what was more interesting, he had a woman at his side. She didn't know the girl, but she knew that she had to be a lycan. Damien wouldn't ever be caught dead with a vampire... Which had been part of the reason she had so efficiently avoided him. She wouldn't want to see her ex mate turned into a vampire. She turned in a different direction, a large part of her hoping that he had not noticed her.

"You brought Damien..."

[Larkin Knight]

Was it even possible for fangs to suit someone, seemingly belonging to them... his looked so real. Larkin was a little envious. Perhaps she would have to ask him where he purchased them.

Never. She couldn't help but smile at him, he was very charming. Picked apart, perhaps his features wouldn't have been so alluring, but together they certainly suited him. Truth be told, she found him beyond attractive; hell, he was damn near ethereal.

Almost like fate, would you say? the coy smile playing on his lips made her heart beat quicken.

Yes, exactly like fate. Again a smile spread across her own features, he seemed to be having that effect on her.

I love your costume, too. Very becoming of you.

She gave him a twirl, showing off her figure. She couldn't deny the outfit made her look ravishing, and she wasn't usually the type to think of herself that way.Flattery will get you everywhere my dear. she gave a playful laugh, throwing her long locks over he shoulder.

I'm sorry. Damn thing. I think I need a trim. He was referring of course to the lock of hair he had pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

No, I like your hair. It's... divine. she softly brushed it away from his eyes, laughing at herself for sounding so stupid. She couldn't think of a more profound word to describe the perfection that was his hair; at least, it seemed that way to her. She hated when guys had hair so long they were mistaken for female, or so short she couldn't run her fingers through it, but his was just the right length. Perhaps, not so much right now... it being abnormally green and all.

Was it overly cliche of her to say that he made her feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the room? She knew it wasn't true, everyone who had arrived was abnormally gorgeous, but he made her feel she was. She reveled in the moment of it, for surely someone else would come along soon enough to grab his attention; that was usually how things played out in her life.

She wasn't expecting what came next, her heart nearly jumped through her chest with the shock and pleasure of it as he grasped her about the waist and gently but forcefully pulled her towards him.

My dear, you have no idea how I've hungered.

She could heart her pulse pounding in her ears, feel her heart thundering against her chest wall, as he trailed his nose along her exposed neck. She closed her eyes, though everything else in the room had already ceased to exist. She could feel his breath on her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Dear god, bite me! The rational side was screaming at her that she barely knew him, but the purely carnal side of her was screaming for more! Her breath was coming in deep, quickened gasps. She could feel his fangs tracing their way across her skin. She pushed herself closer to him, daring him to do it; the anticipation was killing her. Finally he nipped her and sent her heart racing. It was almost to the point of being unbearable, and then he pulled away... leaving her wanting more. A moan escaped her throat, she had been holding her breath and hadn't realized it.

Her breath was still coming in short puffs as she opened her eyes You're a terrible tease you know. A playful snarl escaped her lips as he tapped her nose, then spread into a grin, though her eyes were inevitably filled with desire.


Ahh...it's best you don't tempt me. I might actually give in next time.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want you to... desire it even?

Perhaps you will allow me to get you a drink? Or at least accompany you to get another?

How about both; I'll even let you surprise me with a poison of your choice. Porn stars have lost their allure. She hadn't intended the innuendo; her dirty sence of humor had a way of making itself known even when it was entirely unintentional.

Holy crap...where did they all spawn from?

She'd noticed the increase in people too. Apparently they had snuck beneath her radar in the midst of her drinking and chatter (among other things).
I don't know.
She fully intended to slip out later to enjoy the crisp night air; she loved the night an abnormal amount, besides, she wasn't very good with crowds... they made her uneasy for reasons unbeknown.

Larkin slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow. Unmoral thoughts were running through her head about him as they made their way to the bar. It'd be so easy to tell him she needed to go home, she was eighty percent sure he would offer to accompany her; then how hard could it be to entice him into her house. How many guys in there right mind could refuse a willing girl who looked the way she did tonight. She allowed the images play themselves out in her mind. Would he think her a whore if she knew what she was thinking? She'd never say it out loud, and he certainly couldn't read her mind, so she supposed she'd never know. She'd never act on them, but that didn't mean she couldn't imagine.

Perhaps later, we could go out for a walk. Only if you want to that is, I don't want to force it upon you. she gave him a half hearted smile and a shrug. She was a horrible flirt, not in the sense in that she did it all the time, just the opposite, she never did. She was unsure how to go about it, so she was doing the best she could and it seemed to be effective, but she couldn't be sure. Or, maybe, dance? She couldn't allow herself to pass up the opportunity to get closer to him, more emotionally that physically, but the physical side of it all wouldn't be so terrible either. Her rationalization was that tonight might be the last night she saw him... she didn't even know where he lived, so she mind as well live the night to it's fullest potential. Though by no means did that mean throwing herself into bed with Nyx, she wasn't totally appalled by the idea of other things. His lips looked rather inviting right about now. If there had been more light in the room, he would have been able to see her blush and her head slightly bow as she smiled to herself.

I feel your hunger to taste me
Still your mind wont ever let you say
Your kind is just the type that should use me
But your mind wont seem to let you have
The opportunity to abuse me

word count :: 1240 with code.
lyrical credit :: want by disturbed.



[o.o.c :: Spelling mistakes are kinda inevitable, it's rather long.]

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose peered at the woman, who only stared at her. “Uhm..Did you hear me?” She asked, hoping she wouldn’t have to repeat herself once more. Suddenly the woman took a hold of her hand, yanking her further into the seat. Rose taken aback from the gesture, blinked. “Listen to me; your hardships are far from over. You will be pushed to your breaking limit. Keep a cool and beautiful head. You may lose loved ones, but do not fret, they weren’t meant to be in your life. You’ll suffer heartaches like no other, but in the end, you will be triumphed.” Rose looked at her hand, her expression bewildered. “What do you mean? Tell me!” She whispered the last part, finding herself flopped in the back of the chair, her heart felt like it was beating miles a minute. Like it could collapse at any time. Lula peered at her with the calmest eyes known to man. “Why…” She swallowed, a hand trailing her body, almost scratching it off. But no, she’d put up that cute little front on and let everyone on she was having the time of her life.

Goody for them, horrible for her. "Rosey!" Rose turned around, inquired eyes. Inora? Why, she looked like a little kitten. Oh..she was a cowardly lion? From that one musical, right? Wizard of Oz? Yes! That was the one. Rose stood, smiling widely, only to furrow her brows at Inora’s stopped arms and body. "Hmm...is it safe to hug you with all that stuff?" Rose nodded laughing a little. “Yeah, I asked if it could withstand the arms of close friends, and he said yes.” And he, meant her makeup stylist. Yes, she walked up to Inora wrapping her small arms around her lovie, taking in her scent. Oh how she missed them, her friends. "Sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt. I just couldn't help myself when I saw my friend." Rose shook her head. “We we already done.” A man approached her. Werewolf. Had a little bit of Inora’s smell on her. Rose’s eyebrows knit. Phantom of the opera, she did her best not to giggle. What a classic. "Well hello." Rose cocked her head at him, inspecting him. “Hello,” she muttered, tilting her chin upwards ever so slightly. "Dominic Theos. A friend of Inora's." She nodded even slower, returning his lazy smile.

She though, didn’t take his hand. “I’m Rose Decumbry. Also, a very close friend of dear Inora over here.” She smiled sweetly, but with a threatening underlying. Hurt her and consider your hide destroyed. One of the many reasons she didn’t take his hand. The other she didn’t trust him, didn’t know why he felt obliged to ask to shake her hand. Manners of course, she knew that. She never took the hand of someone who she didn’t trust. Ever. She looked at Lula one more time, a quick and weary look on her face, quickly hidden though. “Want to go see who also arrived?” She paused, giving the outfit a once over. “Love the whole cowardly lion look, it looks adorable.” She smiled a little, wrinkling her nose. “I wonder if anyone else dared to go nude…” Rose laughed a little, and sensed another person coming into the conversation. A chipper blond. A girl dressed straight out of the matrix. Very odd. “Excuse me darling; I’ll leave you two to chit-chat.” She peered on her toes, and placed a gentle kiss on Inora’s cheek.

On her way past, she saw a boy dressed as a joker. As a matter of fact, the boy was in her coven. She’d be damned; she smiled a little curtly, but kept her pace. And a girl who looked matter of fact trashed. She stared at the girl decked in a chest enhancing outfit, with a mask and hideous accessories. She raised her eyebrows slightly, not everyone could have style these days, and some were just not permitted to it. And then the door was kicked open! How rude. Rose visibly burst out laughing, her bell like laughter ringing throughout the halls. Her petite frame shook violently at the site that had caused the scene. What a disgusting site it was, as well. A werewolf dressed up as a prostitute or a hooker! Howling with laughter now, she tried to keep her cool. This werewolf thought she was tough and cool, when all she was doing was making her look stupid. Extremely stupid and immature. Her nose twitched, as her blue self caught her humor. Phoenix and Sevanni were here. Remembering the incident from last time, she sobered up. More people kept walking through the door. A werewolf as Lara Croft, a vampire as a ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s.’ and a girl in an oriental costume. But the last two people who walked through the threshold caught her stiff. Damien Rogue. Phoenix’s old love. And Phoenix was here. “Oh goodness gracious.” And then sweet Katra walked through too! Having not had any contact with any of these people for several months, she kept her distance, secretly watching with her eyes. Had they forgotten her?

[Inora Theos]

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Inora smiled and wrapped her arms around Rose when her friend did the same to her. She'd missed her Rosey, even though the girl, the woman, could be a little standoffish at times, when you really go to know her she was the sweetest person and a loyal true friend. Inora had a lot of those. Speaking of which, Bella came waltzing up looking quite intriguing in a tight leather outfit with a gun or two poking out. Inora smiled at her friends and pointed to Rose with a flourish when Bella questioned who she was.

"This is Rose Decumbry, she's a very famous model, and one of my best friends." She said it with such an air of importance, but mostly an air of humor. For while Rosey was very famous, she usually hated to be doted upon. "Rosey, this is Isabella Ayres, another friend of mine."

And then the world narrowed down to one voice. Dominic, the very person Inora had both longed and feared to see at this party. She turned and nearly fainted at what she saw. How apropo that he had dressed as one of her biggest heartthrobs. The Phantom of the Opera. One side of his quite attractive face was covered with the token white mask and the other was bare.

She was so distracted by Dominic's appearance that she barely registed when Nyx breezed through to say hi. She thought she'd managed to answer him but she wasn't sure. And now her attention was focused solely on Dominic.

"Hi Dominic. You look....great. I love the Phantom of the Opera. It's one of my favorite broadway shows. I used to sing the songs to my mom."

She looked down sadly at the memory of her mother but she bounced back quickly, like she always did, and she broke herself away from her focus on Nic. Cause she desperately needed not to look like an idiot right now. So instead she turned to look back at Bella.

"Oh Bella, this is Dominic Theos, Nic this is Isabella Ayres. Both of you are friends of mine so you should be friends too!"

Inora grinned happily and then bobbed back and forth on her toes. What she really wanted to do was dance, with Nic. But she was trying to fight that urge, the urge to pull him bodily onto the dance floor and have her dancing way with him. But she would fight it. She had to.
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NOTES !?;; So very short, but I lost all my muse sorry guys
STATUS !?;; Finished
TAGGED !?;; Rosey, Bella, Nyx, and Nic
WORDS !?;; 669 last time I looked(with code) around 430 without code
OUTFIT !?;; Click!
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0 for everything but the post itself and the picture and the colors
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[Ellie]

Lars had a snarky grin on his face from what Giselle said, a little nod, releasing his hands that were at her waist and heading towards the bar. The place had certainly filled up hadn't it? His hazel orbs scanned around the room, admiring all the costumes. Looks like he'd be getting an extra twenty in his wallet this evening, no vampire costumes in sight. Parties were rather uneventful when you became a vampire, he had to admit. He had much more of an exuberant time when he was human. What with the ability to actually enjoy drinks for their purpose, to get totally shitfaced, more-so, even the strongest of drugs did nothing for the dead blood that inhabited his body. Nor did he hear any pounding music loud enough to make his ears bleed, and there were no couches in corners occupied by half naked couples.. or, more than couples. Lars had never went to college... but he'd definitely had his fair share of college parties. Oh, happy days.

But now all he had to relish on was some dressing up and pretend, and doing it along with a hundred other freaks that just came to socialize. Standing out the bar now he thought it all out. For god's sake, he was a fucking vampire. No way in hell should he be bored with it.

The bartender finally brought him his fancied drink, scotch. Lars sipped at the alcoholic beverage, chilled by the rocks in the short glass. His elbows were propped on the table, shoulders slumped as he looked down the entirety of it. The girl, from her scent a vampire that he'd passed earlier, decked as a geisha had followed him to the bar and had taken her own seat. Along with her was a werewolf, dressed as the chick from tomb raider and some random others. He leaned back satisfied, sipping his drink again. His tongue ran the length of his right fang, a little tick that queued his brain for a cigarette. Sighing nearly frustratedly Lars glanced to the deck, only to see Sevanni Black making his way there. Might as well avoid the pestilence. His eyes glanced around once more, only to see Giselle intently pursuing... someone.. up the stair, daggers out at the ready. A single chuckle came from his chest, the widened smile his fiance had given him smothered again as his tattooed arm brought his glass back up to his face. He turned himself around, his back to the crowd, deciding he'd finish his drink before heading up there himself to explore.

It had all happened, much to his disbelief. He'd actually gone through with proposing. Rather smoothly if he could say so himself, which he did. All the while he was holding his breath however, in nervousness, anticipation, everything. But so far, everything had in fact worked out fine, no flaws, nothing. Why he'd been acting so off he couldn't begin to explain. He was in foreign territory as far as marriage goes, he didn't know what it had in store for him, it was something new. Something new that he wasn't positive if he'd enjoy or not, surely he would, he believed it would, else he wouldn't have proposed. But still, Lars had... marriage issues, along with many other things. It wasn't even being engaged that bothered him, hell, he'd be more than fine with simply being fiances for eternity, but knowing Giselle, she'd want it official soon enough. How much could things change with a few signatures on some goddamn papers? Exactly. Nothing to worry about.

He drowned down the rest of his thoughts with the last swig of his drink, letting an ice cube melt in his mouth pleasantly. Music wafted through the place, but not many were dancing. The tunes changed with the weather, it seemed, but nothing to actually suit his fancy. He could go for some hip hop right now, a little off for his character, but he was diverse. Growing up in the New York public school system, one was bound to be submersed in every type of culture, especially the music. Oh well, he'd just have to bother Giselle with it in the car sometime in the near future.

Moving his drink idly to the far end of the bar for a refill, his hand struck a low placed candle, the fire singing the back of his palm painfully, "MOTHER FUCKER," he screeched, pulling back suddenly, drawing his hand up against his side harshly, the short glass shattering on the bar-top, he having accidentally throwing it down with a little too much force, ice cubes and glass played everywhere. Lars stared at his little mess, eyes large and glaring at the little candle that stood flickering in it's obnoxious little happy way. "Somebody MOVE that FUCKING candle," he demanded, rubbing the back of his hand, a blister the size of about 2 quarters appearing on his hand, just above his wrist. His episode and pain slowly ebbed away, his shoulders relaxing again. Hazel eyes softened as he proceeded to mumble, "And pour me another fucking drink."

THIS POST IS TAGGED TO: NOBODEH, SOMEONE COME AND SAY SOMETHING. ELLIE'S BEEN LISTENING TO YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU LIKE BY T.I. AS SHE WROTE THIS 849 WORD POST HERE. SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, HE'S AT THE BAR.