SUMMER YACHT PARTY

[THE HOST]

L.A. is having fine, summer weather this evening. The guests have already made their way onto the vessel some minutes ago, and are being set out to sea by their captain. The Host is not present, however, aware of events to unfold. Decorative lights illuminate the yacht as a glowing presence in the handful of miles out to sea where land if not visible. An array of seafood samples are set about in tables along the ship, along with it fine wines and champagnes, chilled and warmed blood to accommodate special guests. A bar is located on the second floor overlooking the bottom deck serving top shelf concoctions for all specie's liking.

All looks well for a fine night. However, the sadistic Host has made it so that the supernatural guests and even the select humans will not be unamused throughout the night. The guests, unaware that they are a apart of a sabotage, will have to find their way to safety at midnight when the yacht is planned to sink into the depths of the Pacific. Three life boats hang at various places on the ship, and two more dinghies are located in hatches correctly labeled as such on the side decks of the ship. However, the capacity of these five securities is not enough to hold all the crew and guests, therefore, some may have to rough their way back to shore by taking on the night sea.

NOTE: Due to the nature of this thread and many people posting in a short amount of time (or at least this is the intention) the word count has been shortened to 200 words (without coding). Happy posting.[/justify]

EVENT WILL BEGIN ON JULY 20TH, 2010.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose was probably going to be one of the well dressed people here; considering she could afford to dress lavishly as she was. Considering that most humans would think that bathing suits and such would suit an event like this. Poor kids, they didn’t know much better. In her Badgley Mischka seaglass blue satin dress that beaded to the left. Her hair was wavy tonight, something it hadn’t been for quite some time, she was somewhat taller, in six inch platform heels that she walked like a professional in; mainly because she was. She had to cancel several photo shoots, to attend this party so it had better be worth her wait. She was out near the bow, looking at the ocean. It was beautiful, really. Rose took a sup out of her glass of some alcoholic beverage; not that it made a difference to her it all tasted the same. She almost fell like the Rose from the titanic, based on name, class and status but nothing much more. Would Ali be her tonight, with her husband? The last time she’d been in California, not much had gone over well. Her nose crinkled, before subduing back to her regular features. There were other various people she didn’t recognize, or really even feeling like conversing with. They were not her people, and she not theirs. She knew it was impolite to not at least introduce herself to them, but Rose was in no mood to be here. In fact, she had to force herself to even pick anything out for this event more or less follow through with it. Lately she hadn’t been herself, something she’d been her entire one hundred and twenty one years of existence. Ever since she’d lost her sense of well being to that thing that resided inside her soul, she’d never been the same. Changed somehow, fake. Really, ever since she ran into Phoenix in Alaska, she’d given in to that thing and it took advantage of her. She looked down into her glass, reliving the night. The Alaskan Massacre. She remembered the white tank top, green booty shorts and UGGS to match. She was there in the first place, to get away from it all, not run any closer to it. The man she’d seen, his throat torn out. Rose closed her eyes, trying to wipe the stained image away. It was useless. The thing that had talked to her, wanted let loose. So much blood, fighting and…pleasure out of it all. Was that who she was now? A monster that needed fighting to sustain her everyday existence? Maybe she should just give up?Her expression changed, from content to angry. Why had this happened to her? A hand ran of her face, washing the memory clean. This wasn’t going to happen again, she wasn’t going to let. She was stronger now. Rose could fight her way through hell and back now. She opened her eyes, fighting to keep herself lovely. She smiled, tipping the drink back to her lips, swallowed it whole. Tonight, would be fun, oh yes it was. ----------------------------------------------- with a count of 517, while she’s wearing lovely attire

[*♥ Helena Kyle ♥]

[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=7d7b7e] California was always hot. Not just hot in a way where one would sweat, but a hot heat that made Helena's skin feel as though there were UV rays even in the darkness stabbing away at her soulless life. As if the sun were stationed there specifically to melt her down into coagulating flesh and blood. To her it was a bother to even show up. Alas, and with a longing sigh Helena had perched herself onto a plank of stone just by the lake a few yards away from the hotel where she was staying. Encouraged to spend a weekend long two nights to relax and harvest her abilities. After a late night frollick through the woods on a chase for what had seemed to be human blood, well; let’s just say that the outcome had been the noise talk throughout the small town of Italy where she stayed. Fingertips trailed lightly over calm waters beneath her. The moonlight glow over the entire lake had thrust saddened emotions throughout the entire body. How saddened she had been for the entire day. Walking throughout the room and simply pacing as thoughts rambled on throughout her head. It hadn’t been that she had missed Shaden, or had dulled on about the reasons why she hated Italy, and why she couldn’t go back to New York to live. It was everything else that had been noticeable around her. Mortals. How they were with one another, and here she was, some ritualistic virgin vampire that had been madly in love and would never experience anything that she would have had she been a mortal still. “We’re ready to dock Miss.” Said a voice just behind her after approach. She smelled his mortality from behind and it had been the only thing that would save his life. After all, she was going to this sad little party on an empty stomach. She looked up while lifting her arm up. No longer did those perfectly manicured nails wade across the calm water of that lake. Now she would rise and manage to properly get back to perfection. Not one speck of dirt, as if she had been sealed with some sort repellent against dirt and wrinkles. Of course that wasn’t true, but it did seem that way. Heels clicked along the plank that drove from the dock to the boat, many of those of a different kind, spread about and ready to board. Her eyes had lowered just as she hit the top, faces scattered, and some of them she had never seen before. Some she had. Oh how she would have liked to have been sitting at a table with a fresh body ready for her watering mouth and seething appetite. But no, she had to be here on orders, and she would have to cope with it one way or another. She could get through this. At least, that’s what she told herself. Why not have a drink? She could at least do that, and run into someone who was bound to say something that was in her range of conversation. _______________ WEARING:this

[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=3D3548] Kaia was out of her element. Which was somewhat of a good thing, she thought. She was never much for large social events, but she decided it was time to break her rule. Her rule of... Well, no social events. She needed a little substance in her life, even if people hardly had room for a remorseless killer. She had her stable moments, which she was practically forcing herself into right now. She was dressed nicely, and would hardly pass for someone who'd partially mangled a hobo just hours earlier. In fact, only people who knew her would be able to guess she was so relentless. But here she was, boarding an incredibly large cruise ship. It was perfectly illuminated, the lights leaving nothing to the imagination. There was no way she could go unnoticed.. Which was both good, and bad. Good, because it would force her play nice, considering any situation. Bad, because if she got tense enough, there was nothing stopping her from launching herself straight off the side of the ship. Oh well, she thought, Suck it up, you're already here. When she'd boarded the ship, she could see other bodies around her. Though it was clear many people hadn't started arriving yet. Great, now she'd be forced to socialize with a bunch of eager people who were likely to eat her alive. Though, she had to take into consideration that she was also early, and probably gave off the same air. Even so, would she fit in with these people? She may have looked the part, but she most certainly didn't act it. Nor did she carry herself as she would consider that a 'lady' would. But then again, perhaps there wouldn't be very many lady like creatures here tonight.. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be the only one. The Count:302 Outfit:Delish. Notes and Stuff:Bring on the party~.

[Ali Ambrose]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Yawning softly, Ali flicked back her curls from her face. She was tired and just felt like crap over all. Being on a plane right now was not her idea of fun. Especially since she had to take several red eye flights to get here to California from London. It had been a few months since she had actually left London and went to visit anyone anywhere. And the last time she had been to California it had been a few years ago when she met Victor. And she hadnt wanted to go there on her own. She had been sent there by her job. Sighing softly, she turned her gaze away from the little window of the plane and closed the shade so she wouldnt have to watch all the clouds float by in the endless darkness of night. Because even though it was dark, her vampire vision let her see into it. Closing her brown eyes, she tried to settle herself into that happy place. The place where she normally always was. Happy, bubbly, and kind and with no care in the world. The Ali that everybody was used to. But with the death of her friend Inora, she just couldnt be cheerful and happy right now. It had been about a month now since the funeral and her death and the ache still hurt. Ali herself had been the first one that people had called. They had found her and just clicked call to the first person on Nora's phone. She had had to fly out to New Orleans and identify that the body was indeed Nora. The whole way there she had been praying...hoping, that it wasnt. But luck wasnt on her side that day and she had to admit that her sweet and spunky Nora, was dead. From there, she had called Rose, and Nix. She hadnt been sure if Nix got the message seeing as it went to voice mail. But she was positive Rose had received the message she left. The three of them had gone to the funeral for their fallen friend and their group of four lovies was now down to three. At that thought she felt the tears start to build up in her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. The past month had been a constant battle of trying to not cry and growling at herself when a few stray tears would slip past her control. Victor himself had been crushed over Nora's death and even though she kept telling him she was fine, she was sure he could see right through her lies. And that he was probably worried about her. The times when Ali was so crushed she couldnt even smile, were the times that you knew it was bad. A little ding caught her attention and she opened her eyes to look up and saw that the seat belt sign had been put on. Flicking the little shade back up she spotted the city lights below her and she sighed in relief. She was finally here. When she had heard about the party through the grape vine of gossips and of course from invites, she had jumped at the chance. Anything to get out of London. Anything to get away and try and have some fun. And what better way to have some fun then to go to a yacht party? Then again, she wasnt too excited about that either. One of her biggest fears in the world was water. Not like water you drank from a bottle or water that could be sprayed on you, but big bodies of water. Enough water that it could drown you. She even feared bathtubs. Yes it was a silly fear. A vampire couldnt drown. She knew this and yet she was still terrified. Vic was still trying to get her over this fear but it wasnt working out so well. So being on a boat, and on water that was definitely worse then a bathtub, was going to be a tough situation to deal with. But she was desperate and she wanted to try and have some fun. And if that meant she needed to stay on a boat for a party, then so be it. The flight attendant announced their arrival into Los Angeles and she smirked softly, feeling the ache from her muscles since she hadnt smiled or even smirked in a while. Now came the long part, actually getting off the plane and going through everything else. She didnt have any baggage, and no carry on since she didnt plan to stay for long after the party. She would be taking the flight back home tomorrow night. Overall, it took about an hour to get off the plane and into the main terminals of the airport and then to flag down a cab. When she did so, she gave the location of where the boat was going to be and then just sat back and relaxed until they arrived. Even from a distance she could see the bright lights that decorated the boat. Taking in a small breath, this was her moment where she would test herself. Could she pull off being happy and cheerful in a group of people? Come on Alianne....You can do this. She muttered to herself and then got out of the cab when it stopped by the end of the boardwalk. Unlike most of the girls there at the party who would be wearing dresses and nice clothes, Ali had decided to dress in her own style. Which of course, was unique to herself. She had on black skinny jeans that were brand new and fresh, so they didnt have any cuts or spill marks like any other pairs of her jeans. The jeans themselves looked nice enough to be dress pants. The top was a bright, vibrant purple and you couldnt really consider it a top as much as a corset top. This particular corset top had hooks and string in the front for decoration while the main work was in the back, lace work that kept it closed and tight. With this shirt, she didnt need to wear a bra and it left her pale shoulders bare and exposed. Adding little nick knacks to the outfit, she had on her favorite black fedora hat and some soft fishnet fingerless gloves. And of course some velvet black pumps finished off the main part of the outfit. Around her neck was the dog tags that Vic had given to her and she had never taken off, and on her left hand sat his ring. The outfit was perfect for her personality and she was still dressed up enough for a party. When she reached the plank that would take her aboard, she had to take another moment to gather herself. A deep breath in, and without looking down, knowing she would loose her nerves if she did, she walked across and stepped on to the boat. There werent many people here yet. Some were just milling around and others were standing, looking bored. With just a quick scan through the tiny crowd she spotted Rose and felt relieved. At least she would know someone here tonight. Because Vic had to work really late and she wasnt sure if he was going to be able to make it here or not. She had flown over by herself and had been worried she would be alone here. Now that she knew that wasnt the case, slipping into the acting role she had set up for herself would be easier. Plastering on a fake smile that really did look convincing she snaked her way through the crowd, snatching up a glass of champagne along the way, and planted herself by Rose's side. "Hello Rosey darling. Fancy meeting you here." She told her, listening carefully to her own voice to make sure that it didnt give her away. It had sounded cheerful, like her normal self...So far..so good. ----------------------------------------------- The word count is 1328 and so far the tag goes to miss Rosey. She is wearing This andddd....sorry its so long xD

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con walked out of the airport at a slow pace. California wasn't the place he wanted to be in. Too sunny and hot made it very uncomfortable for a vampire. The invitation had came in.to the mail a couple of weeks ago and ever sense he had been on edge. He didn't give out his address, he didn't sign up for anything, he didn't even sign things in his real name. The fact that a random invitation to a cruise just made him feel very insecure with his own security.

He entered the cab and laid his head on the head rest of the seat. Don't freak out man, you probably just screwed up and put your address down on something stupid and got lucky and won. No big deal, this stuff happens all the damn time.

As he exited the taxi and look at the boat that the cruise/party was supposed to be he stiffened. The smell of vampires and werewolves filled the air around him. OK so this wasn't just a random invite. He stepped onto the plank and walked up onto the boat. He felt extremely under dressed. He wore only a pair of shorts and a grey button up. The rest were dressed nicely with the bow to match.

He walked to the refreshment table and grabbed himself a glass of vodka. He downed it with a heavy sigh that he couldn't get wasted to numb the feeling of paranoia. He shook his head and looked at his watch, she was going to be here any minute and the situation was very grim for her. He would be damned if anyone would try to hurt her or feed on her.

He took a seat by the cabin quarters and watched the patrons walk around and stare at each other awkwardly. At least he wasn't the only one who feeled uncomfortable, and hopefully they would just glance over him and pay no attention to him what so ever. That would be the best thing that would this night.

Why he didn't just get up and wait for her to get here, and then just grab her and leave that instant wasn't very well known to himself either. The sheer curiosity made him stay he guessed. It had been awhile sense he had seen another one of his kind with others and not having to fight and kill his way out.

Just stay and watch what plays out. Maybe there just like you, confused and wanting to just go straight home. At least stay until she gets here. He nodded to himself and remained motionless. Just a couple of hours and then get the hell out of here.

[Victor Ambrose]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] His phone rang at the worst time... Who could possibly be calling him at this time? He didn't bother looking at the phone to see who it was and just pressed the red button on his phone to tell whoever it was that he free to talk... Victor was not in the mood right now because today marked the anniversary of his mother’s death... and he flew out early to make it to Las Vegas. He actually got there about a week ago because he wanted to go see his old bar and his old colleagues. Last time he was there, it didn't end well... Mainly because Ali's cousin Rose wanted to turn him into minced Victor using the ceiling fan... That and he had to leave Las Vegas because he was technically a fugitive for breaking Ali out of the prison... Not the best of days.... And now he was standing at his mother’s grave telling her why he stopped seeing her almost every month... He lived in London now... New Life, New Bar, New Everything... He was a new person... He was a vampire... not like before where he was a werewolf... He admitted to himself that he wished he could turn into a wolf and run through the world like he use too, but this was a choice he made and he didn't regret it at all... He got to spend eternity with the woman of his dreams... his one and only wife... Alianne Shadings.... No... Alianne AMBROSE. The phone rang again and this time Victor looked at the number to see who he had to yell at... Unknown Number Victor wasn’t happy with the interruption, but it was obvious whoever it was needed to talk to him Hello? Is this Victor Morte Ambrose? Yes, this is him. Mr. Ambrose, this is the taxi company, your ride should be at the cemetery shortly to take you to the airport. Is that alright? Yes... thank you. Victor hung up the phone, walked closer to his mother tombstone, and placed a gentle hand on it. Oh how he wished he was there when she died.... I'll see you later mom... I love you... He walked out of the cemetery where he found the cab waiting for him... In the airport he walked to the self-checkin counter where he printed his ticket, and walked straight to the terminal gate. He told Ali he would meet her at the L.A. sooner than this, but work got to him again and he had to have her go to the party solo. He heard the boarding call and got on the plane. The flight was short, but to him, it seemed like an eternity. Victor hated to fly, and because of it, he practically bolted out of the plane, got his stuff, and got out of the airport. It wasn’t that he was afraid... He just didn’t like feeling so compressed... Outside, he pulled out the invitation to see where and what time the party was at. He wasn’t far from the party, but he couldn’t very well sprint it in the busy streets of L.A. So, to blend in, he grabbed a cab. Telling the cab driver the location of the party, he got there in minutes, and he boarded the boat... Okay... Time to put on a smile and try to forget today is your mother’s death anniversary... Easier said than done... ----------------------------------------------- Outfit: Jeans and a white button down shirt Word Count: 553 Thoughts: Man... I’m out of shape!

[Slevin Sin Kalevra]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Sin was in the hotel room, when he heard the new email tone off of his computer... He wasn’t going to look at it because today was his day off. It was probably a job, and he filed for a temporary leave a week ago... They’ll find someone to replace him...... But something was telling him to check the email... Just forget it. You haven’t taken a day off in who knows how long. Just ignore it and get ready to head to the docks... Besides, you are killing two birds with two stones. The Yacht is going to pass by the Fairmont Miramar Hotel where I’m already assigned to snipe someone down anyway... Just... Oh fuck it!

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He reached the point where he had to find out...
And there the file was... He moved the mouse and clicked it... And he saw a face he hadn’t seen in a long time...
Alianne Shadings... and she was with someone who also looked familiar... A previous target of hers...
He scrolled down to read the rest of the email...
Request: Termination
Target: Alianne Rose Ambrose and Victor Morte Ambrose
Employer Payment: $250,000
Obsidian Bonus: $750,000
Location: L.A. Docks
Details: Since the prior agent assigned to the mission went rogue, you are now assigned to this mission, and are requested to kill both the rogue and the target by any means necessary. You are to infiltrate the yacht party, blend in, not be seen by the rogue agent, and do what must be done.
Sin took a step back and fell back into his seat...
Alianne Ambrose... So that’s where she went...
It was lucky for him he was already invited to the Yacht party and he already has an invite. Getting in will be easy.
He looked at the clock and realized that if he didn’t move his ass, he would be late. He grabbed his shirt off the chair, his keys, gun, and invite off the counter, and finally his special briefcase along with his other bag in case he needed a change of clothes and other special items, and was out the door, putting the shirt on as quickly as he could before someone could spot the gun holster on his belt.
Stopping an elevator, he took it to the underground parking garage, taking his car, and racing as fast as he could to the Yacht before it departed without him...
He made it at the last minute, heading off to his room as fast as he could so Alianne wouldn’t see him. Luckily she was being side tracked by someone...

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Outfit: Black Jeans and a Black button down shirt
Word Count: 416
Thoughts: Sorry for those who thought it was a bad post... I thought it sucked too [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] when people had died in your life, you moved on. No matter how long it took, you moved along, and the pain began to die out. Well, in some cases the pain resided within you and never left. Anthony’s pain had never left her. Inora’s pain was still in her. It was dulling slowly. Losing a lovie was like losing a part of your heart. The funeral was one she wasn’t even thinking about going to at all. The weakness and vulnerability it shot at her was one she wasn’t going to handle. But Inora had been her friend, not the closest one but still a friend. Also, Ali needed her. She’d been a wreck and Rose needed to be the solid rock she was. Rose never felt emotion; it was a strong weakness to her. Showing emotion was like showing all your old wounds. Rose had too many of those to show. Her jaw clenched, before relaxing. The scent of others walking onto the boat, some human, werewolves and vampires. When you were as old as she was they all started to blend together. One in particular stood out though. It was relatively like her own, but assorted flowers instead of distinctly fragrant roses. She didn’t move or readjust her posture; it was already perfect. Alianne Rose Shadings. Wait, no that was her maiden name. She was now known as Alianne Rose Shadings Ambrose. Even though she was her niece, Rose couldn’t help but feel some hate. Rose was supposed to be the one married the one to be the perfect housewife. Hell, she had been born to be a housewife. No matter how hard she tried not to be, Rose hated Ali for having what she wanted. She’d tried everything, dated every type of man out there, just to see if she could capture one and settle down. Had she succeeded? Of course not. Did Rose ever get what she wanted? Of course not. Ali had even gotten Victor changed so that they could spend their lives together and live happily ever after like in all the fairytales she’d been read when she was younger. Life was unfair to Rose to begin with, so she’d had some time to finally get over it somewhat. She looked down at her knuckles, seeing how white they had turned from gripping her hands. Just as Ali walked up, she released them turning to face her. She smiled, her pearly whites shining. Of course Ali wasn’t dressed as she was; she didn’t have the same desire to wear such expensive name brands as she did. Rose pestered her to though, nonstop. Her blue eyes took in what she was wearing and made a mental note to never let her walk out in a bustier again. It was flattering in some aspects, it was Ali though. That much she couldn’t argue. Rose leaned in, kissing her cheeks softly. She wasn’t stupid though. She’d seen Ali at the funeral, seen how upset she’d been. Poor Ali never cried though. Rose herself was a professional liar; Inora’s death didn’t bother her as much as it probably did Ali. Inora was human in a form; death would have found her sooner or later. Rose never cried, she didn’t even in fact think she was capable of the motion anymore. “Ali,” she whispered softly in her ear. “It’s okay to cry.” She pulled back, meeting her eyes. “It makes pain easier to handle.” It was spoken in a somewhat cold form, but with layers of light and happy talk. She paused, pursing her lips. The last time she had seen Ali was at the funeral, not very cheery circumstances at all. “Lovely boat, isn’t it?” Rose smiled once again. “Though where’s the husband? Working late again?” she could smell him all over her. It was almost like their scents were one now. She was already losing her signature family scent to marriage. Of course she didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t had other guy’s scents on her. But those weren’t permanent scents either, they washed off like dirt. Her eyes flickered to those who were still loading the boat, and his scent overwhelmed her sensitive little nose. “Or maybe not, here the potential minced meat is.” she smiled wickedly, jabbing at how close Victor had been to death when she was in Las Vegas while he was still a werewolf. Lucky dog. Rose watched him, taking in his own emotional features. He too, looked like he was hiding something. She closed her eyes, suppressing her voice from saying anything that might push this little vampire couple past their limits. Why was everyone so emotionally drained this night? It was supposed to be a party, not a funeral succession. Rose had her own reason though, to be upset. She had plenty years of perfecting her lies and had a mask several feet thick when she wanted. The man who had walked on shortly after Victor though, made her back stiffen and her eyes go cold. He looked at Ali like some… animal. Call it great aunt intuition, but she felt like threatening the life out of him. His scent was unfamiliar too, her fangs biting into each other at the thought. He wasn’t a vampire, werewolf or human. If he wasn’t that then what the hell was he? Rose continued to stare at him, her nose fidgeting slightly. She would never say it out loud, but she felt threatened by his presence. She’d find out what exactly he was later. Her eyes flickered back over to Victor, who was approaching them as she dragged her mind from her thoughts. “Hello there Victor, long time no see.” she air kissed him as well. He was technically family, so she could treat him with some respect. Rose placed her hand on her hip, angling her body once more so that no visible flaws would be seen. Even though there were no paparazzi, who knew what people would do for a pretty little photograph. Or how much they would pay to get a job done. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 1021, while she’s wearing lovely attire. Yeah Vic just let me know if you want to change anything. Ali you too.

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Tennis shoes and the khaki pants with navy blue, white and black. Abel wore the red, white with black, and of course, they were freshly done up in cologne and body components. "You have them memorized?" Kane was such an on the dot bastard that he had no choice but to make sure his goofy brother didn't screw this up. They were only going to have one chance at this, and they had to make it the only one time in which to do it. "I got it, I got it." Abel sneered out in a huffy way, as if he were five years old and was being taunted about making his bed, or picking up his toys off the floor. He hated when Kane treated him like a child. Kane rolled his eyes while the two hit the top landing of the stairs, marching down those steps and heading toward the front door. The little house that Sevanni had provided while they were in town had made for a cozy environment, but after tonight it was a hip shot on the jet and off to Italy they would go, with a nice present snugly wrapped. The boys loved to play, don't get it twisted, but they also knew how to be serious at times. Abel had his own private intentions with this specific gift, and Kane knew about all of them. He simply had to make sure that Abel didn't touch or, if he did, get carried away. That was another job he had to do, and this was one without a bounty. The car took them to where the yacht was docked. Two bodies falling out from the vehicle had made the air a bit stiffer. As if mother nature knew that trouble was about to mount her bountiful sea. It was fun time. "Why don't you behave for the evening, and play later when we get home?" Kane sincerely asked Abel, but all his brother could do was not try to promise and somehow make it seem as though he could try to maintain his urges. "Oh brother, you manage to make things all about my disgruntled behavior. All the while, I'm not the dangerous one." How snide he had been to respond to Kane in such a tone. Mocking him but still telling the truth. Kane was the silent type who did massive damage, whilst Abel did dirty deeds and still managed to talk shit about it. Snooty. Aggressive, and playful. All the attributes their mistress had loved but yet they were left to do another's bidding. The boat was a good size. Yacht. Whichever. It had been enough to hold an abundance, and here they were clowning themselves on behaving. No monkey suits tonight, to that they were happy, but they did have to dress, in a way, sort of casual. Here they were. No big deal. Anyone could play nice as well as coy for one evening. If she had any clue, she would have come out during the day and let the sun eat her flesh away before they did. Or Sevanni. Eyes had managed to roll over her body upon their entry to the platform. How delectable she looked, however, slutting her down tonight was not an option. She was mere prey ready to be purged free of her family and friends. "Well hello kitty kitty." Kane was first to say it in a low purring tone, but it had been Abel who had purred in his absent sentence.

[nada harper]

Nada stood on the upper decks watching as one vampire after another, one werewolf after came on board. Until finally the one she'd been waiting for arrived. She'd sent Con the invite weeks ago and had been fretting over the possibility of his not coming. Their last parting having gone over like the sinking of the titanic with all the drama and none of the tears.

Now she watched as he boarded the boat in his usual understated attire. Shorts and a grey button up. She couldn't ever recall seeing him in shorts and the very image of it now was causing a small smile to slide across her lips. It was just like Con to choose comfort over fashion, especially if he didn't know what the circumstances he was going to be in.

She herself had changed her typical street urchin appearance to one of near celebrity quality wearing a White dress with a thin gold multi-chain necklace and sliver bracelets. Her was hair cut short and dyed a honey blond with platinum highlights streaked through it, her pale blue eyes were now green with contacts. Her normal scent masked with a light sprits of perfume.

"Excuse me waiter." She said touching the arm of one of the servers near her. "See the man in the short and grey shirt. Please see that he gets this." She said sliding a small envelop onto his tray and 100 dollar bill into his vest pocket. Once having the seen the amount the Waiters eyes widen a moment before he nodded and head straight for Con. Once she saw that he had gained Con's attention she started for the exit.

She'd done what she'd said she'd do for him when they'd first met. She'd found his family. The names of which were all inside the envelop along with address, and a list of their extended family.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] America was the last place Giselle would think to spend her vacation. She and her husband hadn't gotten away from Paris in a while, and frankly they were starting to get bored. Giselle would not have given California a second thought if she didn't have some form of initiative. An invitation to a yacht party was this initiative. Lars suggested making a vacation out of it. He didn't have to do much coaxing to get his wife out of her home country for at least a week, she wanted to go. She refused to allow Lars to do the flight and hotel booking. It wasn't that she didn't trust him -- he knew very well what she liked. But Lars had this ability to feel comfortable anywhere that was half a step beneath luxurious. Giselle, unfortunately, did not. But like hell Lars would complain about riding first class for the trip. Planes were extremely uncomfortable. They needed some unruly child kicking the back of their seat like a hole in the head. Giselle booked an overnight flight. They took an Air France jet to a layover in London, then British Airways flew them to California. They spent roughly 27 hours on the planes. Fuck economy seating. Giselle reserved a week's stay in the most expensive hotel room in Beverley Hills -- the Penthouse Suite at four seasons Hotel Beverly Wilshire. The suite was absolutely stunning and remarkably above and beyond Giselle's expectations. Lars and Giselle had three nights to kill before the yacht party. There were plenty of things to do. The first day was devoted to Giselle's enjoyment. She spent the daytime hours in the hotel's spa where she got a Balinese massage and a DermalQuench facial. Later, she begged Lars to go shopping with her, vowing on Ziggy's life that it would be the only day she'd do it. On Rodeo Drive, she kindheartedly stayed away from the massive shopping centers, though she did disappear in the gorgeous Two Rodeo for several hours. Still, she was generally good about sticking to the street-side shops from small, no-name boutiques to designer labels like Armani, Gucci, Prada, Yves Saint-Laurent, Louis Vuitton, and many others. She limited herself to the stores on Rodeo Drive as opposed to branching out to Beverly Drive and Canon Drive. Occasionally she'd cave upon passing a shop window which captivated her interest. Lars knew better than to drag her away when this happened. They experienced Beverley Hills's fine dining on Restaurant Row at Italian ristorante E. Baldi before they sank their fangs in their idea of "fine dining" along La Cienega Boulevard. The next night was spent in Santa Monica. As the sun was setting, they lounged on the beach, feeling what was left of it's warmth. They swam a little and Giselle learned how to body surf. She didn't much like the salt water as opposed to a chlorinated pool. Later, they walked along the pier and went through the aquarium. The last few things they did was spend several hours in the arcade where Giselle was bound and determined to master ski ball, then jump on a few of the amusement park rides. A day in Hollywood was next. There, they visited the most infamous tourist attractions. They enjoyed the Walk of Fame, and saw the Nightmare on Elm Street remake at the lovely Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Giselle took a picture strangling the new Robert Pattinson figure at Madame Tussaud's. At the Ripley's Believe it or Not Odditorium, most of the exhibits astounded Giselle. In the Hollywood Museum, she seriously considered stealing one of Marilyn Monroe's dresses. They avidly club hopped on the Sunset Strip and saw performances at the House of Blues, Viper Room, and The Roxy. Giselle was thoroughly impressed by the live music and enjoyed the various drinks Lars recommended. Experiencing Haunted Hollywood was a little more up Lars's alley, and Giselle's interest was piqued anyway after listening to the countless stories. The couple were pointed to many "haunted" dwellings. They visited Hollywood Forever Cemetery, which was quite lavish and beautiful, but hardly haunted. Lars and Giselle agreed on checking out the HMS Queen Mary. The luxury liner was the largest passenger ship ever built, and it was supposedly haunted. This ship was gorgeous and pwned the Titanic in every way imaginable.They decided to spend a night on the ship in one of it's Royalty Suites (for it is now a tourist attraction and hotel). The ship's restaurant, Sir Winston's, was delicious, from what Lars and Giselle could gather from the happy diners anyway. Though the food tasted bland to them, they still enjoyed teasing their taste buds. After dinner, the two vampires had a little fun spooking the guests. During one of the paranormal tours, Giselle controlled a man into doing the chicken dance, then claim he was possessed. Lars's pranks, however, were top notch. He was pro. Giselle and Lars experienced a decent dosage of paranormal activity. By the former first-class pool, Giselle was stunned to feel a cold hand collide into her back and shove her into Lars. Later that night, Giselle and Lars snuck onto the ship's bridge where they were temporarily locked in for roughly ten minutes… and they had broken the lock to get in there. Finally, the night of the yacht party arrived. Giselle was just finishing primping herself in the suite's bathroom when she saw Lars behind her through the mirror. Giselle gasped and dropped her flat iron. He was wearing the most hideous shirt she had ever seen. She was horrified. "Is this punishment for making you come shopping with me?" she moaned. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She literally tried ripping it from his back. Lars could not be swayed to change. Giselle was mortified to be seen with this fashion catastrophe. Giselle pouted the entire limo ride to the dock. She had stuffed a shirt she bought Lars at the Armani store in her purse just in case some tragedy should happen to the striped disaster and he needed to change. As soon as the limo stopped moving, Giselle sprang out of the thing without waiting for the driver to come open her door. She flipped red hair over her shoulders in a fluster as she awaited Lars to emerge from the vehicle. As soon as he did so, she grabbed his arm and positioned herself slightly in front of him. Thank God she was at least wearing a black dress. the count was 1116 and she's wearing this and also, I uhm… got a little carried away >.>.

[Victor Ambrose]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Hello there Victor, long time no see. Speak of the Devil... There she is...... Long time no see Rose. He walked away from the edge he was standing at and towards the two women. Ali, as wore her own style... A style that Victor loved to see... She had on black jeans that looked brand new. The corset she was wearing was bright purple. The corset had hooks and string in the front while the lace work kept it closed and tight. She had on her favorite black fedora hat, some fishnet fingerless gloves, and some velvet black pumps. But what made him smile all the more was what was around her neck... the dog tags that Victor had given her. What made it better was the ring he gave her shines on her left hand. Rose on the other hand, as always, dressed to impress. A blue satin dress that beaded to the left... looked rather expensive to say the least. On top of all that, Rose being Rose was looking like a million dollars... Wavy Hair, Six In Platform Heels… the works. If he didn’t know better, he would think those two weren’t cousins... but he did know better. The thought of that made him laugh a bit. Long time no see indeed. How are you? Looking professional and gorgeous as ever I see. He held out his hand so that when she placed her hand in his, he would kiss the back of it out of respect. After doing so, he turned to Ali and smiled and hugged her softly, kissing the top of her head. Hey love. How are you? You look beautiful. ----------------------------------------------- Outfit: Jeans and a white button down shirt Word Count: 553 Thoughts: Man... I’m out of shape!

[Ali Ambrose]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Ali's gentle gaze took in Rose in all her glory. Of course Rose was dressed to impress. She had never seen her lovely Rosey without one single strand of hair in the perfect spot to make her look stunning. Rose was that type of beautiful that women always strived for. That they craved and wanted to be. The perfect flawless skin, lush blonde curls and beautiful eyes. And a walk that could make any man swoon. Rose would always remain true to herself and thats one thing Ali loved about her. If you were to just look at the two of them standing side by side, you would never dream that they were related. Ali had brown eyes to Rose's blue. Where Ali looked delicate and fragile, Rose had the softened beauty with some sharp edges to really make it pop. Rose was a blonde bombshell and Ali was a brunette pixie. One of the biggest differences between the two women was of course, their sense of fashion. Ali loved casual, comfy and didnt care what people thought of her. She didnt dress for them. She dressed for herself and her husband. So as long as Vic approved, then she had no problems with her own wardrobe. Even if he didnt approve, she would wear what she wanted. She was just stubborn in that way. Rose always bugged her about becoming a model along side her and Ali always refused. She couldnt see herself being a model. Wearing uncomfortable clothes, and having to always look your best. With the way her personality was, and the way her luck always seemed to take a turn for the worst, that was a no go. But try telling Rose that. No, the only way you could tell they were related was by them telling you, or comparing their scents. The Decumbry and Shadings line was well known for their floral scents. Even as humans, the scent of flowers had clung to their skin. Rose of course, smelt like roses. The wonderful, warm smell that you could just inhale by the gallons. Ali was slightly different. Her scent was mixed with all sorts of flowers. Wild Flowers. But there was that underlying sameness that both had. Most people didnt pay close enough attention though and so would never assume them related. Rose and Ali being related though was a key point that people should have known about though. Because both were protective of each other even though they caused each other more problems then solutions. There wasnt a single thing that Ali wouldnt do for Rose. When Rose brushed a kiss across her cheeks, she was going to speak up but Rose beat her to the punch. Her back stiffened only slightly from the words that were whispered in her ear and she let her brown eyes gaze back into Rose's blue ones. They had seen each other at the funeral for Nora, and both of them hadnt cried. But the reasonings behind that were probably for different reasons. Rose probably thought she wasnt able to cry any longer and Ali hated to admit it, but she wasnt all that positive that Rose was close to Nora anyway. You couldnt shed tears for a friend when you didnt feel remorse or they werent that close of a friend. To Ali, Nora had been her other half. The balance to their lovies. Nora and Ali were the sweet and Rose and Nix were the spicy. Two of each on the total opposite ends. People always wondered how did these four women who seemed to have nothing in common become the best of friends. Hell, it was still a mystery even to Ali. But Ali not crying at the funeral wasnt because she didnt feel remorse or sadness. She had plenty of that. Loads of that. Too much of it in fact. What she needed was a good cry. Cry out everything that she had ever held back. But she wouldnt allow herself that. Ever since she lost other people she held dear, she told herself that would be the last day she cried. Unless you pulled those blasted tears from her or the situation was too much to handle..She was not going to cry. Not shed a single tear. Rose telling her that it was okay to cry were words she hadnt expected. In all honesty, she hadnt expected Rose to look out for her either. Out of the three of them that were now left, Ali was like the mother. She looked after everyone and made sure they were okay. Lots of times she herself would take the beating for it and from them even, but she never regretted it. Taking a sip from her champagne glass, she sighed and then shook her head softly, eyes lowered on the floor before lifting back up again."No Rose....I made a promise to myself a long time ago. Im not going to cry. Im good at dealing with pain...For the most part." She told her and hoped that would be the end of the conversation. Just for a fraction of a minute she let her happy charade fall apart and she let Rose see how ship wrecked she actually was. Loosing one of her best friends was taking its toll on her. And she didnt know how to react to it really since she wouldnt let herself have a good cry. All she could come up with was what she was doing right now. Fake her way through smiles and laughter until she could provide the real thing. A change in the topic was a relief to both women in all reality. Rose and Ali werent good with these kinds of conversations, and with the topic change, Ali could slip into her acting once more. Like the flip of a switch, her eyes brightened up, she pasted a smile on and she chuckled, making it seem like Rose and her were talking about happy things. "Yes indeed. It is a lovely boat.....Surrounded by water...." She muttered softly and had to close her eyes briefly. The shudder of fear that passed down her spine was definitely not an act. The biggest fear that Ali had besides loosing her friends and family, was water. She seriously needed to get over it. But she had a feeling that for the rest of her immortal life, she would be terrified of the dark blue waters. As the conversation changed to Vic she nodded softly, her brown curls bouncing. "Yeah. He had some work things to take care of. And also some personal reasons. I dont know if he is c-" But before she could finish that sentence, Rose continued on in her words. And sure enough, she could smell his wonderful scent. Only seconds after she smelt him, she spotted him. He didnt look all that happy either and she felt so bad. Maybe she should tell him to go home and rest. Or at least go to a hotel and rest there. The last thing he wanted to do was be at a party when today was the day his mother had died. Turning, she smiled at him though and then gave a warning look to Rose. Those two got along like fire and water. They just didnt mix. Only sometimes was one kind and useful to the other. In the analogy, Ali would be the wood. The one thing tying them together and forcing them to cooperate. Vics scent wasnt the only one that hit her senses though and she felt herself go utterly still. Her eyes automatically scanned the boat, trying to find the one person whose scent she knew like one of her friends. No,..He couldnt be here. He just couldnt. Because if he was here, then that meant he was after something. And if he was after something, she had a good feeling she knew what it was. But after a sweep of the boat and making sure to check everywhere once again, in case he had hid behind someone, she didnt spot Sin. Every instinct in her body though told her that he was out there. Even though she had left Obsidian, she still had that training in her. She knew what to expect and she knew how to protect herself. But she had been out of that for a while now...Her skills were probably rusty. But her attention went back to Vic as he came over and finally reached them. She could see right through his act as well. When he kissed her forehead she placed her hand softly on his cheek and looked up at him. "You can go home if you want. I know you dont want to be here. Its not your kind of thing." She told him with a small smile. The offer was made and she wouldnt mind if he did decide to leave. She didnt want him to be even more miserable. Plus, she would be on high alert now for the rest of the evening. From far away, she looked calm and at ease, but if you looked closely, you could see the tension in her and that she was ready to strike at anything that tried to come her way. With her being on high alert, she also spotted Kane and Abel's arrival. However, no one else accompanied them from Sevanni's entourage and she wondered why they had come by themselves. Were they here for Rose? Were they here just for the hell of it? She didnt know and she didnt plan to find out. She didnt even let her brown eyes wander that way. There was no way she was giving those two attention. They frightened her in a way. The last time she had seen them was at the vampire ball. And the gazes they had given her had made shivers run down her spine. They were scary...No doubt about that. Having taken her attention off Vic for a split second she realized he had asked her something. The fake smile went into place and she shrugged. "Im just fine. Unlike you though. Sweetheart....Go home and relax." Normally, she probably would have avoided the question, knowing he could see right through her. But hopefully some stroke of luck was on her side tonight. Then again....Since when had she ever had good luck when she needed it? ----------------------------------------------- The word count is 1721 and so far the tag goes to miss Rosey and Vicy. She is wearing This andddd....YAY...Im not the only one who went overboard! Go Fang!xD

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[Ellie]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=707577] I A M H E A V E N S E N T, D O N ' T Y O U D A R E F O R G E T. I AM WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED, WHAT ALL THE OTHER BOYS ALL PROMISED. SORRY, I TOLD. I JUST NEEDED YOU TO KNOW. Lars glanced at himself in the mirror, pleased. He was already well aware that Giselle would hate his shirt, but that was the point. If he was lucky he would get menacing glances from the other guests at this little shindig. One could only hope. He wasn't expecting to cause much of an uproar with a few gross colored stripes though, and didn't know the real cause for insisting to wear the thing. He could have done worse, really. It was aesthetically disgusting and yet entertained him in such a manner that he looked as though he could pull it off. Lars left it unbuttoned a few holes and untucked from his slacks. The pants were rolled up a few times at the ankle to let a few bits of body art from his lower leg become visible. He donned gold plugs for the occasion in his lobes that of course matched his gold wedding band. He'd cut and dyed his hair a little more than a week ago before they came just to have a change in appearance. It was a lighter shade of brown now, almost a blonde sort of red. The sides had been trimmed while the hair at the top of his skull had some length left to style in a sort of faux-hawk. The do showed off his perpetual age of twenty fairly well whereas the longer, darker look added a few years on him. After slipping on his shoes and rolling his sleeved back a ways to reside in the middle of his lower arm, Lars was ready to go. Giselle had started preparing earlier as he slept in so he wasn't lounged around waiting and wrinkling himself. He walked behind her back while she finished up on her hair before turning his head at the sound of a crash. Lars had a concerned look on his face at first, convinced she'd just burned herself with the iron. But a look at her face told him otherwise, and his face turned up into a grin. His brows rose at her question and he just smiled wider, nodding his head softly before moving on. That wasn't really the case, but he'd just go with that as his motive, anyway. She'd finished in a hurry after that, trying with all her might to persuade him out of it. At one point he'd had to burry himself belly down on one of the couches to escape her manicured grasp from ripping the buttons open. In the midst of all their wrestling, Lars cocked his head up to catch the time. He nodded at the clock to signal to Giselle it was time to leave, much to her unaccomplished dismay. Lars mocked her pout with a grin the whole way, encouraging her to lighten up. It'd been a wonderful trip thus far. Lars could only wish that one of them had known a local so they could investigate the path less traveled, but they were out of luck. Regardless, the farthest he'd been for vacation in the states was New Jersey so it was new and exciting for the both of them. Most of the attractions mirrored things he could have, and would just show her in New York, but the beach and haunts were one of a kind. Finally they arrived. Lars climbed out after her, grabbing up her hand instead of having her cling to his arm as she was. This was semi formal, right? He let her lead them up the ramp and around the yacht to get a feel for the place and the people. Lars spotted a few people he'd encountered, most of which he wasn't jumping out of his shorts to reacquaint himself with, but it was all in the past. He wasn't one to hold grudges against people very easily. Most likely because he also wasn't the sort of man who let things slide when he first got the chance to make things even. It all worked out for the better. Lars looked about at the faces, licking his lips as he stepped in stride with Giselle to whisper in her ear, "These fuckers all look kinda mopey. What the fuck's up with that ain't this a party?"

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the count was 733 and he's wearing this and also, yerRrRrrP.

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