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Post by JESS¿ on Apr 7, 2013 0:13:14 GMT -8
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Here on the roof top is where telescopes were set up for the average star gazer. There are chairs to sit on, drinks being served by staff and the only place smokers are allowed to go during the party. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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Post by reitgerte2 on Apr 7, 2013 13:33:09 GMT -8
tagged: group six. time: mar 2nd, just before midnight. notes: here we go~ outfit is the one in the table. Lance had not gotten an invitation of his own. He wasn't particularly notable or rich. No one in his family was famous. Compared to the majority of the people at the party, he was downright middle class. His invitation had actually come to him by the way of a relatively attractive older woman who had other plans. She'd wanted someone to have fun, and she'd also been trying very hard to impress Lance.
So there he was, showing off the invitation at the door, and discovering he was a bit underdressed. Or overdressed, one or the other. The invitation had said formal, but Lance didn't exactly have a tuxedo just hanging around. He didn't have the kind of money to just go out and rent one for no reason either. So he'd had to do with what he had--and he'd opted to go with the 'masquerade' part of the invitation. Lance would be the first to admit he wasn't exactly blending in, but no one had opted to kick him out, so he supposed it was fine.
All things considered, Lance looked like a knight. He'd 'borrowed' part of his costume from work, and was dressed much like a knight. Of course, he'd avoided the particularly bulky suits of armor, meaning it was a bit slimmer than the average knight, but he was hoping the impression was still there. His mask was supposed to look similar to a helmet, with open slats on the front letting him see out the front. The mask extended over his nose and went midway up his forehead, keeping most of his face hidden away.
So far, he'd gotten a few looks, but no explicit comments. That was just fine with him. He kept a smile on his face, opting to move away from the heavy crowds. He could manage heavy crowds normally, but the distinct lack of a tux was going to weigh him down. He made a beeline for the roof, eager to take advantage of the open air. It was a bit awkward to be moving through a building that was probably worth more money than he'd earn in his entire life, but it did seem like he wasn't the only one out of place. Here and there he caught sight of a few others who stuck out--probably people with donation invitations.
The roof was refreshing when he finally reached it. The air seemed crisp and nice, and best of all, the roof seemed fairly sparse. It wasn't nearly as crowded as the mansion itself, and he made his way over to the edge, glancing down over the grounds. It was quite a nice view, and he resigned himself to resting for a little bit before starting to socialize.
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Post by JESUS SANCHEZ on Apr 8, 2013 22:51:55 GMT -8
There were times that Jesus was almost glad that his mother had fallen in love with such an affluent man, times that he sucked up his fragile pride and begged his mother to loan him enough money to save his own proverbial bacon from the fire. This was shaping up to be one of those times that he both appreciated and deeply regretted asking his mother for help. He would never forget that day, the day when the raffle tickets he had been goaded by coworkers into purchasing had actually managed to win the grand prize of a ticket to the premier social event of the season. Jesus was still slightly confused as to why a public elementary school had such a thing as a raffle prize, but at this point he was more than fine with assuming that yet another rich person was crazy. For awhile he considered that perhaps his coworkers had rigged said raffle in an attempt to make the man dress up for once. There was something off about his fellow teachers’ smiles when they announced that he had own the ticket and a courtesy limousine ride, a manic glint to their eyes that bespoke sharks in the water.
His precious students had begged him to do something amazing. What kind of a teacher would he be if he told the impressionably young that he was not in fact there to give them a reliable adult to believe in? They wanted to believe that being an adult would be even more fun than being a child, and who was he to wreck those dreams?
So he had begged a favor from his Mama, and deep in his bones he knew he would never live this night down. A masked ball with rich Los Angeles dwellers could only mean one thing to his most beloved parent: go big or don’t even bother. The garment bag did contain an outfit suitable for such an occasion, and the tissue paper laden gift bag next to it promised to hold a mask to match the finery. That he hated both went without saying, but there were children’s dreams riding on his shoulders. Jesus had a shot of whiskey and a long smoke before he dressed in the feathery ensemble, cursing his softness for his students all the while. The Victorian-esque clothing wasn’t hard to put on: black trousers and shiny black dress shoes with an equally black tailored tailcoat with it’s equally black waistcoat and a black dress shirt. What made him want to crawl into a bottle and stay there was the sheer amount of feathers. The high neck of the shirt was fringed in black feathers, and the shoulder cape seemed to be entirely made of even longer black feathers. At least the face mask itself was molded leather in the shape of a raven’s head and only made to look like even more feathers. His Mama had told him it was a costume for a raven lord, a final piece from an art student that Mama had gobbled up in hopes she could make her son wear it for Halloween. At least he could breathe in the horrible ensemble, which was a dreadful amount more than he could say about thelast outfit his mother had purchased him.
Jesus was not happy. He growled at the limo driver when he crawled in and when he crawled out of the vehicle, glared at the doorman checking his ticket, and prepared himself to spend the evening in as much solitude as possible. Normally he would attempt to scope out the most likely person to indulge in a discreet one night affair, but this party made him want to punch people in the face until it stopped being funny. Jesus was rather good at pretending people weren’t talking about him, instead making it a point to appear as aloof and regal as possible. Technically his step-father would be rich enough to get him an invitation to one of these ostentatious events, and thus technically he could have blended in rather decently with the crowds. But no. Instead he had won the ticket in a raffle held by the school district, one of five ever so lucky teachers who got the chance to taste the richer side of life. It was a horrible idea, really, and he decided that he would only stay as long as it took to hear this supposed announcement and then leave.
At no point would he allow the harpy from across the hall (who had also managed to win a ticket and had spent the better part of the school year making moon-calf eyes at him) to do anything more than recognize his eyes behind his mask and make that irritating little sound of appreciation at seeing him outside of work.
Jesus did manage to mingle quietly with the masses for a good portion of the evening before his patience wore out and his fingers started curling into fists at his sides. He needed a cigarette, social expectations be damned, and he wanted to have one somewhere that no enterprising soul would bother him. Common sense said the roof would be the best bet for a nicotine break, as the more cultivated grounds always stood a chance of some questionable activities he couldn’t afford to be a part of while other teachers were present. Jesus slunk his way through the mansion like a wraith, taking the stairs two at a time in his haste. The roof was quiet and cool, the evening air pleasantly bracing as he rummage in the pocket of his trousers for his cigarette pack. At least this time he had the forethought to make sure his lighter was there before he had left his apartment, and he lit up in a flash of silver and fire.
Out of consideration for the others on the rooftop, he walked to the edge where the wind could carry the smoke away before anyone could start nagging him about second-hand smoke and how it was going to kill someone. There was another man there, and if that wasn’t a man then Jesus wanted to give them an award for managing to be that successful. The once over he gave the other edge dweller was one of slight interest and just a little bit of curiosity for the other’s clothing. A video game character? Maybe it was from one of those games the third graders tried to get him into. No, it was much too complex. A knight or an old medieval lord from the British tradition then. Well, not that he was one to judge, all covered in feathers and gloomy smoke as he was. Tobacco smoke drifted out of his mouth as he nodded politely to the stranger. “Evening.” His Mama couldn’t say he hadn’t spoken to anyone now, he had made what equated to as much small talk as he gave random people at parties that he wasn’t aiming to sleep with that night. It was something at least. WORDS 1180 TAGS Event Stage 6 NOTES Shut up, it's a masquerade. clothing + maskLAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 20:34:45 GMT -8
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Beam me up and don't look down
This was one hell of a party to go through, for just an elaborate ruse. The blue clutch that dangled from Yana's wrist held a small camera, one that Venedict had given her strict orders to use. Find the man with two tone blond and red hair. He'll be wearing black, and he's tall. Take several photos of him, and then leave once you're done. Here's the ticket, don't lose it.
Yana had pulled out a formal dress she'd never used from her closet and had been pleased when it had still fit on her. Now all the short girl had to do was find this man. This building was incredibly impressive, with nothing short of riches. Yana looked over an angel statue pouring water from a marble bowl before wandering past it. Her adoptive parents had money, but not to this extreme extent. A doctor and lawyer made decent money, sure, but this was opulent.
She almost felt like a spy, snooping around, trying to find this mystery man. This is why, she reminded herself, she wasn't going to owe anyone any more favors. While Yana loved to help people, and she had trouble saying no, the past two weeks had been absolute hell for her. It was taking an incredible amount of self control to not turn around, waltz out the door, and forget about this whole thing. A promise was a promise, and since she owed this favor, she would have to follow through with it. Note to self - do not owe a Russian a favor. He'll use it. A gorgeous, sleek elevator pinged just as she turned the corner, and the masked blond stepped into the gilded cage and pressed the button for the roof.
She would work her way down, and then out. Perhaps he'd gone up for a smoke or something of that nature. Once the doors dinged, Yana carefully picked up her skirts as she walked out of the elevator and onto the roof. It was equally decorated in beautiful plants and statues, just like the first floor had been, but the night sky and open air made it easier to breathe. She adjusted the purse in her hand and then did a quick mental check list of what she had on her.
In her purse she had mad money, lipstick, the camera, pocket mace, and her cellphone. Strapped to her thigh there was something a bit more dangerous... it had been a last minute decision, but with the way the dress flowed over her hips, it wasn't likely that anyone would even be able to see the outline of it.
The small gun was attached by velcro to the holster on her leg, a single clip with 12 rounds located in it. Why a gun you ask? Because after watching people get killed in front of me in a museum where creatures came to life to kill us all, just because of a slab of rock, I will not be unarmed again. Her father had given her the gun when she'd moved into her first apartment, and she'd thought it silly. Now she made sure it went with her everywhere. The sooner she found this.... Lukas man, the sooner she could go home.
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Post by ALEXUS LOVELL on Apr 10, 2013 10:04:23 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,450px,true][atrb=style,width:115px;vertical-align: bottom;]notes go here quick post before I have to go in a few minutes tags go here Stage 6 peeps over 9000 0 0 0 0 | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:320px; border-left: 1px solid #333333; padding-left: 5px;] Unlike other party goers that were too busy marveling at the mansion and having fun drinking and eating their way to oblivion, Alexus was at the Lexington Mansion purely for work intended purposes. She did not have any plans for tonight - hell she did not have plans any night for that matter - but it still annoyed her when the message arrived at her doorstep. She was too busy feeling used and underappreciated by the society half the time to truly feel the joy most people would have felt at getting invited into such an extravagant party.
The morning of the party, as she was getting dressed, Alexus reread the carefully worded letter explaining her mission. The enclosed invitation into the mansion and her orders had arrived only a day earlier, leaving her with little time to prepare. So she had to make do with what she could. Her ensemble for the night included pants, thigh high boots, and a comfortable jacket to allow her to run and chase if necessary. A mask that she had somehow found deep inside her parents’ attic would make do for the masquerade. It wasn’t the prettiest mask, but it would allow her to hide her face and more or less blend in with the crowd. Her ensemble wasn’t anything too fancy but at the very least it was comfortable and functional. As long as they did not turn her away at the door, she would be fine.
Upon arrival at the mansion, Alexus just stared blankly at the building while other arrivals made gasps of delight and envy. If anything, Alexus has more or less become apathetic to the sheer amount of connections and wealth that the Impedio Society has. The fact that they were able to get into the party this easily did not surprise her one bit. And the wealth and opulence displayed at Lexington Manor? Perhaps a normal person might feel envious and surprised by the display but Alexus has been to Impedio Society headquarters before. Compared to that, this place was nothing special.
Alexus walked into the building and immediately she knew that this was going to be an annoying place to work. As someone whose role was to search for those that might potentially be awakened, Alexus had a relatively easy job considering the alternatives. The problem was the method of searching. The incense she used would clearly be noticeable and in this day and age had the potential to set off fire alarms when it was lit. If she wanted to do her job, she would first need to find a place where it was less noticeable that she was lighting incense and a place where it was less likely to set off alarms if there was smoke.
Alexus explored the first floor of the building expecting to be able to use the kitchen. Unfortunately, the kitchen was off limits to civilians which barred her from entering. She could have easily gone outside to light the incense but there were too many people out there and the signs that clearly said no smoking would get her thrown out if she was noticed. If she was thrown out there would be consequences with the society, something that she definitely did not want to face.
With no choice, Alexus walked up a few flights of stairs to the roof where there were less people and it was dark enough that perhaps no one would notice. There were only three other people on the roof that night and it was relatively dark which please Alexus. She reached into her pocket for her incense and her lighter. Since this incense was a family recipe, she was free to include all sorts of smells and ingredients into it. Today, Alexus had cinnamon incense and she could not wait to light it, do her job, and get out of there as soon as possible.
As the smoke drifted in a way that always reminded her of a snake dancing, Alexus noticed that it was behaving oddly today. And as quickly as it had appeared, the smoke wafted near the three people, glowed a bit and disappeared.
Alexus stared in shock. There had been no wind so there was no reason for the smoke to disappear. Either there was something wrong with her incense or there was something wrong with the three people. That had never happened before and she would have to get to the bottom of this one way or another.
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Post by reitgerte2 on Apr 10, 2013 15:16:06 GMT -8
tagged: group six. time: mar 2nd, just before midnight. notes: here we go~ outfit is the one in the table. When someone spoke to him, Lance glanced up and was immediately distracted by the feathers. Really, how could he not be distracted by the feathers? As much as he appeared to be some kind of medieval knight, the person appeared to be some kind of massive raven. A raven in a tailcoat, or something. It took him several seconds to realize that it was, in fact, a man, and that yes, he had spoken to him, so Lance straightened up, giving him a little nod of the head. Formality, right--he knew how to be polite, and he was certainly mannerly, but he had no real experience with the sort of high class manners that a party like this required.
What was the proper greeting? Whoever he was--the man with the feathers that was--he probably had more money then Lance ever would. He was probably someone important or famous. The thought that the man in the feathers might have been someone just as average as he was didn't even cross his mind.
"Evening." He responded, doing his best to sound casual. HE wasn't exactly a nervous person by nature, but it was hard not to feel the slightest bit intimidated with faced with someone who might as well have been Bill Gates. Introductions were probably good, so he stuck out his hands in offer of shake.
"Names Lance." Which was probably the least eloquent greeting for the party the whole night, but all of Lance's focus had gone right out the window as he said it, eyes swerving off of the man's face and onto the girl behind him--a pretty blond who was supposed to be... the little mermaid? Something sea themed anyway, judging by the color of her dress and her mask. He didn't even notice the other girl--the one in pants--but he did manage to snap his focus back to the raven before he got too distracted.
"Ah, sorry. I mean, my name is Lance. Nice to meet you." Perhaps not his smoothest introduction, but he had been distracted. Normally he was all charm and poise, but he did tend to be better with women, and he was out of his element. Of course, he couldn't just flake on the guy to beeline over to the lady, but he was hopeful just the same. Maybe some small talk, and then he could excuse himself and get down to business.
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Post by JESUS SANCHEZ on Apr 14, 2013 19:00:25 GMT -8
He had started making a list of things to take away from this night, a list of things to tell his students and a list of what to definitely never explain or even allude to in their bright eyed presences. This experience he would chalk up to ‘Mr. Sanchez met a knight at the party and had a wonderful time’. Or at least he hopes that’s what he can tell his students come the next school morning, preferably without having to sit down with the boys and explain to them all that being a knight was far too much effort and they should just try to be little princes of legend. Explanations like that always made more sense to his almost-kids, and they were always ready to accept whatever he told them as the gospel truth.
He inhaled the smoke from his cigarette almost absently, focusing instead on the way the mask made him itch where the leather met skin. Jesus was familiar enough with social courtesy to not punch the other man in the face for actually making him have a real conversation at this otherwise boring as watching the paint dry party. It wasn’t hard to follow the other man’s English, no dreadful accent for the Mexican to have to pick through. Honestly it was a relief to have somehow, one could almost say accidentally, found a civilized looking person who could possibly be worth a damn. So the knight’s name was Lance. Jesus gave a snort of a laugh, somewhere between a chuckle and the default sound he resorted too when something was just too much coincidence to be a good joke. The other man stuck his hand out to be polite, and Jesus held his cigarette between his lips to give a proper handshake. He had long ago mastered the art of talking with strange things in his mouth, and he kept right on enjoying his nicotine during what he hoped was a short and not mind-numbing conversation. “Pleasure. Name’s Jesus. ¿Qué Húbole?”
There was a level of apathy some people strived all their lives to reach. Jesus on the other hand managed to reach that level after a combination of alcohol, nicotine, and sheer boredom. All he wanted in life right now was to go home, have some more alcohol, try not to think about his step-brother, and have fantastic wanton sex. If that took speaking Spanish to a random stranger on a rooftop at a mansion containing a party he really did not want to be at, then he would accept it as his lot in life and move the hell on. He lets the other man’s hand go after a few seconds, not even bothering to be that creepy guy that gets kicked out of parties. “Sorry, this isn’t really my kind of party. I’m not usually this much of an asshole to people I just met.” He leans his elbows against what passes for a ledge, flicking ashes down into what meager bits of the party below that he could see. Red eyes stare out at the rest of the meager population of the roof, taking mental notes in order to tell his kids something fun.
A merprincess, a knight, and a raven stood on the rooftop near midnight. That would do for starters. Oh who cared. He was a kindergarten teacher, not a professional writer. “Look, this is going to sound weird, but I swear to God and the saints that I’m not hitting on you. Can I take your picture? My students would get a kick out of that costume of yours.” Why not after all? No one told him he couldn’t have his phone. Sure, it was a gift from his step-father that he childishly wanted to stomp on. It would take him a few moments to get the thing out of the depths of his coat pocket, but it took decent enough pictures in low light and would appease his students nicely. Well, so long as the other man told him he could. WORDS 696 TAGS Event Stage 6 NOTES Shut up, it's a masquerade. clothing + maskLAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Beam me up and don't look down
Yana slowly began to circle the rooftop, her eyes glancing over everyone. There was a knight and a feathered man (judging by his height and lack of heels) over by the side, but no other truly interesting characters. And, unfortunately for her, no two tone haired man.
After a few minutes of slowly roaming, she knew she was going to have to bite the bullet and ask. After all, how many blonde and dark red headed men could there be? This wasn't a circus or a rave, after all. Two tone hair wasn't that common on men. Smoothing a hand down her side, she leveled a look towards the knight and the raven man. Under normal circumstances, she would have naively thought they would help her, and wouldn't have a care at a party like this. She would be bubbly, excited, and loud. After seeing people die in front of her, her happy disposition had muted somewhat. She was still happy, but the high pitched bubbling had left her, and she was a little more careful now.
Yana started her walk towards Jesus and Lance, the skirt flowing from side to side as she moved. She stopped a comfortable and polite distance away and gently cleared her throat as Jesus pulled out his camera. Maybe the fib about the scavanger hunt that Venedict had told her to tell would work out after all. "Excuse me," she said with a smooth and melodious voice (Just kidding) with a soft tone. "Have you seen a gentleman with two tone, almost fruit punch like hair of red and yellow?" She looked towards Jesus's camera and smiled a bit. "There's a scavenger hunt downstairs, and he's one of the things on the list, along with a bird and a knight." Her smile grew. "It just so happens to be my lucky day. May I take your pictures too?"
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Post by ALEXUS LOVELL on Apr 18, 2013 16:09:36 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,450px,true][atrb=style,width:115px;vertical-align: bottom;]notes go here posty post tags go here Event Post over 9000 0 0 0 0 | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:320px; border-left: 1px solid #333333; padding-left: 5px;] Alexus felt herself breathe a sigh of relief when she realized that the three people on the roof had not noticed her at all. The problem was, one (or possibly more) of these people had connections to the past and she needed to find out who. With her incense acting strangely today and the amount of people around that could notice it, it really was not a good idea for her to bring the smoke out to try again. Instead, the best thing for her to do would be to actually walk up to them and strike a conversation with them.
Right... talking...
Alexus had social skills. Even if she did spend most of her life in training and dedicating herself to the society, she did have the oppurtunity to get out and speak to everday people. Of course, when she actually spoke to these everyday people it usually was not about having mystical powers from the past that may or may not endanger the lives of people. If she did they would either think she was insane and she would lose any chance of finding the awakened person, or she would get in serious trouble with the society for revealing secrets. Either way she was going to get punished which was never very fun. Alexus shivered at the thought of having to confront the leaders about her failure.
Alexus took a breathe. She needed to do this no matter how awkward or uncomfortable it may seem. Trying to look as calm as possible, the young woman walked up to the trio.
"I was expecting it to be empty on the roof, but I can see I was wrong," Alexus began with a smile that she hoped looked playful and inviting. She had no idea what to say to these people but as long as she got them talking, she may be able to find some clues. "I'm assuming everyone else is here avoiding the crowds as well?"
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Post by reitgerte2 on Apr 19, 2013 18:21:38 GMT -8
tagged: group six. time: mar 2nd, just before midnight. notes: here we go~ outfit is the one in the table. As it turned out, it was not a coincidence that Lance was a Knight. He'd actually gotten his job based on someone suggesting it, and that person had suggested it based on his name. It had been a joke that ended up coming true, so no, not a coincidence at all.
Lance spoke very, very little Spanish, but pretty much no one who lived in Los Angeles was going to not understand what he'd just been asked. He couldn't have spelt it, or even directly translated it, but he knew enough to know he'd just been asked the spanish equivalent of 'what's up'.
Not his kind of party? Lance couldn't quite say the same. It wasn't the sort of party he would have chosen, but he didn't feel horribly out of place. Well, he wouldn't have if he'd been in a half decent outfit anyway. He wasn't one to dwell on stuff like that--being significantly more upbeat than the average person.
"It's a decent enough party. I wish I had more of the formal and less of the masquerade on. Wasn't quite aware of just how fancy this whole thing was." He paused, then made a vague gesture around him. The women, at the very least, were fancy. Jesus himself was even fancier than Lance, even if he seemed equally out of place.
The camera, to say the least, caught him off guard. An eyebrow went up, but after a momentary shock, he let out a small laugh and stepped back. He wasn't camera shy--if anything, he was an attention whore. He had literally hundreds of pictures taken of him every time he worked, and if you were camera shy, the job just wasn't going to work out. Hell, he even had a pose to strike--although he was without any sort of weaponry, which made him 'hnnn' a moment.
"Normally I've got swords and lances to pose with... You'll just have to make do without." He answered, striking what he hoped was a knightly pose, with a hand over his breastplate. His eyes wandered though--right over to the woman, who'd now approached them, apparently just in time to see his little photo op. Apparently she wanted in on it as well.
Scavenger hunt though? He was sort of curious about that, and he gave a little nod. "Might as well go for it. For extra credibility, I am technically a knight." Which he was. That was his job, after all.
The fourth member of their little gang was not what he had expected. For one, he'd actually assumed it was a man at first glance. It wasn't because the woman looked like a man--it was simply the fact that she was wearing pants, and nearly every other woman at the party was in some elaborate dress. Up close, she was obviously a woman (complete with long hair), but he felt faintly embarrassed that he hadn't realized earlier. Oh well--at the very least he hadn't said anything about it.
"Just helping the lady with her scavenger hunt." He answered, giving a little nod before going back into his pose. Photos, right.
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Post by JESUS SANCHEZ on Apr 23, 2013 20:41:02 GMT -8
Sometimes Jesus wondered why he bothered pretending to be a social person, and then he remembered the twenty six children who depended on him to show them how adults acted. It was that knowledge that gentled his stare at the other man, face blank as he tried not to die laughing at the other man’s comment. “You’re talking to the man who let his mother and kindergarten students collaborate on what he wore to a fancy dress party. Believe me when I say that I understand you from the bottom of my heart.” He managed to snap a few pictures of the knight in increasingly knightly poses, buried the thought of a different kind of posing in the back of his dirty old man mind and focused on trying to get some decent lighting so his kids could actually see more than a splash of bright metal in the darkness. Jesus wasn’t a photographer by any stretch of the word, and relied on the auto focus features to keep him from turning the series of pictures into an unending series of smears and failures.
The mer-lady was a pleasant surprise, asking a sensible question that made the over protective part of Jesus’ brain sit up and pay attention. At first he thought she had lost her friend in the crowd, but found himself quickly reassure by her next statement. A scavenger hunt? Rich people had the oddest past-times at their overly ritzy parties. He snorted, snapped one last picture of the knight and flashed the girl the tiniest of smiles. “Lo siento, haven’t seen him. As for your scavenger hunt... I’ll swap you a picture of me in return for a picture of a princess like yourself for my kids.” Never let it be said that Jesus didn’t understand the concept of trades and bargains. He inclined his head as he thought about the matter a little more. “I think they might mean an actual bird, but I suppose the feathered monstrosity on the rooftop will count.” No one hated this outfit more than Jesus and no one could deny that it was a black feathered monstrosity of an outfit.
As yet another person walked up to the impromptu rooftop photo-shoot, Jesus came to the rapid realization that this outfit combined with the outfit of the man next to him made them both into giant billboards for aspiring fashionistas. Fantastic. Today was officially the worst mistake of his life. The newcomer looked like a man, unless you had lived in Los Angeles long enough to tell the difference in strides of a woman fully grown and an effeminate man. Thankfully, Jesus had learned that skill for the opposite reasons a man of his age. Instead of looking for the women, Jesus looked for the men who might possibly be that flashy kind of homosexual that liked to have exceptionally interesting kinds of fun. The newcomer was female, made all the more evident when she spoke to the three. Jesus spared her a comforting smile, reminded of one of his less outgoing kids trying to put on a brave face. “Welcome to the rooftop antisocial club.” He dropped the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, grinding it out with his toes.
“Apparently tonight’s goal is to help this lovely lady win a scavenger hunt. On the side, I’m attempting to take at enough pictures at this party to convince my students that working hard in life and becoming respectable adults doesn’t mean they can’t have Halloween when they feel like it.” Jesus rolled his shoulders, giving a much belabored sigh as he readjusted his mask to cover his face properly. He smirked at the two women, dipped into the most gracious bow and scrape his mother had ever been able to convince him to learn, and rose with a small flourish. “But where are my manners? I am Jesus, and my esteemed colleague for the evening is Lance.” WORDS 680 TAGS Event Stage 6 NOTES Shut up, it's a masquerade. clothing + maskLAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 12:50:15 GMT -8
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She was surprised that her lie actually worked. Really, really surprised. She had never been good at lying, but apparently they accepted her scavanger hunt request and asked for pictures of their own.
A fourth woman joined them and Yana flashed her a polite smile. Lance posed for a few of the pictures and she took a picture of him, camera flashing bright light for a brief second. Jesus was quickly brought into the poses and she took a few snapshots of him as well. All the more credible, right? Still no sign of fruit punch man though.
I’ll swap you a picture of me in return for a picture of a princess like yourself for my kids. A flush ran down her cheeks at the compliment under the blue mask. "Oh, of course." Well, she wasn't expecting that. His kids huh? His wife must be here then! Was she the lady dressed as a peacock downstairs? That would have been cute. "All they said was a picture of a raven, and seeing as there's no writing desks around, when I saw you, I think they meant you. They just published a single piece of paper maybe twenty minutes ago and put it up downstairs in the ballroom." Not a complete lie - they had published a piece of paper, but it was a map, not a list of things to find.
Jesus made fun of his own costume, causing her to laugh a bit. "It doesn't look that awful, but I suppose our small group does look like the anti-social bunch." Not that she minded overly much - parties like this reminded her of high school all over again. Both of the men were charmers, and she looked towards the new woman who had walked up in slacks and then back at the men. It was nice to be around people who actually had manners instead of hollaring orders at her for this cake or that muffin in the glass case. "My name is Yana, it's very nice to meet all of you." The smaller woman looked towards Alexus, waiting for her to introduce herself.
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Post by ALEXUS LOVELL on Apr 24, 2013 17:06:02 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,450px,true][atrb=style,width:115px;vertical-align: bottom;]notes go here Pulling ahead, aw yesss tags go here Stage 6 Peeps over 9000 0 0 0 0 | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:320px; border-left: 1px solid #333333; padding-left: 5px;] So casually approaching them had worked. Perfect. Now she just needed to a way to figure out which one of them had powers and which did not. That was going to be infinitely more difficult and would require much more effort. Alexus hated this night already. At least the three people that she had walked up to were kind. It was such a shame that she would have to put one of them on 24/7 watch once she identified him or her. If attacking them to see who defended with powers was not allowed, she would have to slowly draw it out of them through the power of speech. Let the small talk begin.
Thankfully, the people there seemed more than happy to speak even without the need for Alexus to push them in the right direction.
”A scavenger hunt?” Alexus asked. ”So you have kids then? You look young for a father.” Did she actually care? Nope. Not really, if she were perfectly honest with herself. She had a job to do. She could not become sentimental just because it was adorable that he dressed up in such a garish outfit for children. Nope, she thought to herself. Must… not lose sight… of goal. Shit, okay so she thought it was cute. Big deal.
Now came the difficult part. As they introduced themselves, Alexus contemplated giving a fake name but then decided against it. She was not prepared to act as another persona and Alexus was a rather common name, anyway. ”Well it’s nice to meet you, Jesus, Lance,” Alexus nodded in their direction. ”It’s nice to meet you as well, Yana,” she said with a pleasant smile. ”My name is Alexus.”
Continue the conversation somehow. Continue the conversation somehow. Continue the conversation somehow.
”So has anyone here actually seen whose throwing the party?” Alexus asked the trio. ”I for one have not seen this Mr. Lexington at all even though he’s the one that invited all of us here.” It was the best she could think of at the moment and it would have to do. Alexus was not sure what she was looking for but they had to slip up sometime. Humans could not keep secrets like magical powers kept hidden forever.
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Post by reitgerte2 on Apr 25, 2013 15:57:20 GMT -8
tagged: group six. time: mar 2nd, just before midnight. notes: here we go~ outfit is the one in the table. Lance wasn't entirely objecting to the idea of joining a scavenger hunt, but he was going to object to the idea of losing one. If it had been put up twenty minutes ago, then he was already twenty minutes behind and extremely unlikely to win. It might have been a bit childish of him, but he'd have rather not entered at all then to enter and then lose.
Lance actually let out a little snort just before Yana introduced himself, a sly smile on his face. After all, while you could certainly say that both him and Jesus were out of place (and the other woman, even if he wouldn't say it out loud), Yana was not. She had a nice dress, perhaps a shade too costumey rather than masqueradey, but it certainly still fit right in.
"Now now, don't say that. You fit right in, even if you are hiding up here with us socialites." He let out a little laugh at the last bit, convinced there was zero way anyone was going to mistake them for people that should have been there. They all had fairly obviously gotten their tickets for something other then being a socialite, even if they hadn't explicitly said so just yet. Lance simply assumed--albeit correctly.
As for Mr. Lexington, Lance could only shrug, letting his arms fall to the sides, picture time apparently over. He gave a little stretch, cracking his knuckles as he answered.
"Haven't seen him. Or I might have--Honestly I don't know what the guy is supposed to look like." He'd never paid much attention to that sort of thing. For all he knew, Jesus could be Jesus Lexington, and he still wouldn't have had the slightest idea. Reasonably, he was expecting some old white rich guy to be in charge of the party like this.
"I guess he'd probably down in the main room? The ballroom, I guess." He actually didn't really know if the place had a ballroom. It probably did, and if it did, he was fairly sure that would be where the host would be.
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Post by DESTINY on May 6, 2013 19:30:12 GMT -8
"Excuse me! Your attention please?!" One of the many attendants of the party called out to the nearby crowd. The clock had just stroked twelve, and there was a group of workers who just finished setting up a few large tv's so that everyone would be able to witness Mr. Lexington's speech. "If you would all look here please, Mr. Lexington will be making his speech now." The attendant turned on the TV and turned up the speakers, then waked away to continue doing their job. The tv showed some of the events from stage one before the camera man was knocked over. "Well that was different." The attendant shrugged his shoulders, he was receiving countless questions and had no answer for them. He did his best to convince everyone that it was just a staged act. Though to be honest he had no clue on what was going on or if he was even telling the truth. He was able to get most people to calm down, mainly by promised to go and check the status of the main ballroom. The young man made his way to the exit, a beautifully decorated covered staircase. The staircase itself was made of stone, while the railing and door way was some expensive type of wood. Who would have thought that the added wood would be a design flaw, after all the stair rails were the first thing to catch on fire. Followed by the exit door, what made no sense was how or even why the wood caught on fire. There was screams of panic and groups of people running around when the fire started. Some tried to put the fire out, but everything time they tried the fire would just return a moment later. What really caught the attention of a few people were the fact that there was live birds, just a few sitting on what used to be the staircase. These birds were red and black with blue streaks near the eyes. Just like a Blue-streaked Lory, the only difference was that these birds were on fire, but not screeching in pain. To make things worst the few at the stairs were not the only birds on fire. The dark sky started to light up as a flock of birds, which were also on fire, flew over the party. They moved together as a group, enraged and hungry a part of the flock landed on some of the tables on the roof and set them ablaze. The fire is contained at the stairs and on a few of the tables.
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Post by JESUS SANCHEZ on May 14, 2013 17:20:56 GMT -8
Jesus Sanchez de Cepeda-King was not good at dealing with women. This was a known fact across the cosmos. So when a pretty woman asked for his photo he tended to take his cues from the men around him and the advice of his much beloved Mama. Pretty women liked to be told the truth and flattery would always pay off in the end. So he called the mermaid a princess and laid on charm with a trowel. Jesus gave the ghost of a smile at her antics and wondered why it was that his quiet evening on a rooftop had turned into a tiny club meeting. Ah well, it wasn't like it was a fun party anyway. A scavenger hunt with an impromptu photoshoot should not have become the highlight of his time at this ritzy affair, but it had and he had no regrets. “Well Miss Alexus, I can honestly say I don't have the honor of being a father. I'm a teacher.” A teacher in a costume worth more than he made in a month at a party far above his paygrade, but a teacher nonetheless.
Yana, Lance, and Alexus. He'd have to do his best to get at least one of them alone, and he'd bet the remains of his brother's alcohol cabinet that he'd have better luck with Alexus and more of an enjoyable evening with Lance. Life was such a quandary like that. “No... I can't say I've met the man. Sober or otherwise.” Jesus snorted, idly flicking a new cigarette out his pack. He lit up and took a drag, careful to blow the smoke out of the way of the rest of the rooftop dwellers. “We're only here for publicity anyway.” The attendants called for their attention, directed them to a large television and a speech by that same man. But the video feed clearly wasn't going as planned, not if the shock on that attendant's face had anything to do with it. Jesus stared at the thing in the cage and took a longer drag than necessary to cover his shock. “The fuck is that. Who in their right mind decides that's a good idea to keep in a cage. The. Fuck. Is. That.”
And then the world went to hell, quite literally in fact. The stairs and tables went up in a blaze of glory and Jesus was distracted enough by the perpetrators to let the ashes fall without even taking a breath. “Esta vida es un asco. What in the name of all the- are those birds? Those are birds. The birds make fire. Shit. I need one of those.” He stayed near the balcony, away from the screaming panic and close enough to the edge that he could always take a chance and go jumping off the building to save his skin. But there were tiny little birds lighting things on fire, and hell if he knew how they were doing it. Jesus flicked what was left of his cigarette into the inferno that was once a table and stared at the newly formed Anti-Social Club. “Anyone want to explain this shit or should I just be assuming there's some good drugs involved?” WORDS 535 TAGS Event Stage 6 NOTES Shut up, it's a masquerade. clothing + maskLAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 20:42:36 GMT -8
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Everything seemed to be going well enough until the huge screen came on. Maximilian was giving his speech when the sheet lifted. There was a huge, universal gasp from both the crowd downstairs and the crowd on the roof. Jesus was the first one to ask the burning question and Yana felt her stomach twist sickeningly. "It's talking." She could hear it's voice through the speakers on the screen as people screamed down below. "Shit, it's talking!" It was barely a strangled sound in the back of her throat as she stared at it, wide eyed, until the screen went black. People questioned just what the hell was going on and Yana felt tension rise through her skin and muscles. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as something whizzed over to the staircase and immediately set it on fire. Through the flames she saw something move and her eyes narrowed through the ritzy mask.
Was that a bird?
People started screaming and Yana quickly moved out of the way as someone ran past her in hysterics, trying to get to the staircase. The fire was too hot for them though, and before they touched it, their date grabbed them and pulled them away from the flames. It was the museum all over again - shit was happening that wasn't meant to be, and there was no explination for it other than magic. Which supposedly didn't exist in this world. "This is why you don't mix genetic mutation with creatures - just like an IA, they will outgrow you." It was the only "Logical" explination to give, and Yana pushed her mask up so she could actually see and the mask sat on top of her carefully groomed hair.
"Don't let those birds tou--shit, there's more." Past Jesus she saw them start to light up the sky, aiming for the roof of the house they were standing in. "Don't let them touch you, whatever you do." She hoped the statement was more obvious than it was 'Hey I know something is wrong because I've been through this before' sort of deal.
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Post by ALEXUS LOVELL on May 16, 2013 13:04:11 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,450px,true][atrb=style,width:115px;vertical-align: bottom;]notes go here Just keep posting, just keep posting tags go here Stage 6 Peeps over 9000 0 0 0 0 | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:320px; border-left: 1px solid #333333; padding-left: 5px;] So the man wasn’t a father but a teacher. Well, shit. That was still adorable and commendable, in her opinion. Alexus could only imagine what kind of person was willing to dress in such a garish outfit for the sake of teaching a stranger’s children the proper public behavior. She, for one, could never be convinced to go out in public in something as flashy and, dare she say, hideous as what Jesus was wearing.
Alexus wasn’t surprised that none of them had actually seen any of the Maximilian Lexingtons but that was to be expected. Like Jesus said, the party was for publicity. What kind of publicity, she did not know nor did she care. As long as it did not involve Fate or Destiny or any of that supernatural crap it was not part of her assignment and therefore not her problem.
Sadly, she spoke too soon. The attendants soon turned their attention to the television screens. Alexus paid no attention to the host or his boasting until she actually saw what he was boasting about. The giant insect on the screen both disgusted and concerned Alexus. Suddenly, this entire party had become her problem. There was no doubt that the creature was the work of an entity. She needed to call for back up or, at the very least, notify the society about what was going on.
Of course then things went from bad to worse. There was fire everywhere. Alexus kept calm as per her training and looked for the source of the fire. Oddly enough, there was a flock of parrot sized birds flying towards them and they were all on fire. It suddenly occurred to her that none of these people were awakened. It was more likely that these flaming pigeons were what caused her incense to go haywire. Alexus cursed under her breathe. Now was not the time to be considering such things. They needed to get out of here and fast.
”Are you insane? You can’t have one of these birds. Yana is right. Don’t touch the birds. What we need to do is figure out a way out of here. And fast.”
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Post by reitgerte2 on May 16, 2013 16:48:18 GMT -8
tagged: group six. time: mar 2nd, just before midnight. notes: here we go~ outfit is the one in the table. It seemed like everyone gasped as the massive bug was revealed on the television screen, and those gasps of surprise turned to gasps of horror when it talked and freed himself.
Lance did not gasp.
Lance simply stood there, a very unsettling feeling having hit him when he saw the bug. It was familiar--like something he'd seen before, an intense feeling of deja vu that was significantly more confusing then the average case. In most situations, deja vu meant something similar had happened before, and you simply didn't remember. In the case where the deja vu was brought on by some absurdly sized bug that was talking, Lance could be absolutely, one hundred percent sure that nothing like that had ever happened before. The thought that the bug might be some kind of stupid special effect didn't even occur to him--he was too preoccupied with the extremely uncomfortable feeling in his stomach that told him he was somehow familiar with it.
It wasn't until Jesus spoke that he was snapped back to reality, glancing at the man briefly. Lance was significantly less concerned about it being kept in a cage as opposed to the fact that it could freaking talk.
Of course, the fire only added to the problem. The door and stairs went up, and the tables were starting to go.
Don't touch the birds. It seemed logical enough to him, based on the fact that they were on fire. He shot Jesus a quick glance, face pale, mouth drawn into a thin line.
"Even if it's drugs, the fire looks real." He knew fire, had dealt with pyrotechnics before, and the fire absolutely looked real--not a controlled blaze like work used. Which meant getting out had to be priority number one.
"Is there another exit?" He gave a quick glance around before heading to the edge of the roof, staring down and either way, attempting to find something he could drop to--a balcony or something that wasn't just a drop to the ground.
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Post by DESTINY on May 19, 2013 20:30:22 GMT -8
Anger was what fueled these birds on fire, they moved together and worked in teams. One group would dive bomb a few people while a few others did other task. They were of average intelligence, but for being birds on fire they knew what they were doing to a point. A small group of three birds moved towards a tray of food that were left by a staff member on one of the non-burning tables. They picked at the food, eating thing such as olives, pieces of tomato and lettuce. These three birds were not on fire, of course it would have been hard to eat if they were. Still for as many that were on fire there were a fair amount not on fire. Most were found still flying around, waiting to pick out a target, then swoop down and catch something on fire.
As they dived into people and objects the birds moved in a pattern, for every small group that flew down, another would lift up to circle around. For every person they caught on fire, no bird seemed interested in the remains as food, but instead would land, search the bodies and they take off. Were they looking for something? Who could tell, they were fast but seemed to be taking their time, burn a person, search them, and then move on to the next. The "Anti-Social Club" had been left alone for the most part till a group focused on them. The group of four came down in a swift dive, two shot right for Jesus, one stopped right in front of him, on fire and screeched at him as a distraction while the other moved around and dug it's talons into his cape, setting it ablaze.
Another went for Alexus, aiming right for the young women's chest, beak forward, aiming to use it's body as a impaling force. The last went for Lance, but hauled in its tracks before him. It screeched in panic and turned for Yana instead, but once it got close it made a b-line for the ground and landed at her feet. To the small bird this made no sense what were they doing here. Not knowing what to do it used it's wing to cover it's head and set itself on fire for safety.
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