Blistered Fingers {Plot Thread 1st} Pt. 1

[AKREE]

There’s some instructions to RPing here, but don’t panic they’re not that daunting.

First one, you can do whatever you want but keep it party related, I mean your character isn’t going to crash his or her car on the side of the building, y’know? Rofl, though that would be fairly amusing, but remember, anything you want as long as it doesn’t go to extremes. If you want to snort crack in a corner, then do so, but you’ll probably be kicked out shortly. Also, only vampires and humans here related with Izan.

Second one, if you’re already not in the list found here, you can join the thread but make sure to post there first so the other people know and to keep things more organized.

Third, the posting order in this first round will be like this: first come first served. But after that there will be a list indicating posting order, if you skip a person you could as well have your post deleted without a warning so please don’t do it and we can skip that whole problem.

But when is it time to post? If the person takes more than four days to post they will be skipped, however if the person posts Monday, the others have to wait until Saturday to skip the post, why? Because of school and all that and we need to keep that in count. After Saturday was run out the person can be skipped, but not before.

Also, when I say so, which will be explained with a nice post we can move forward with the RP, however not before, so basically you’re just a bunch of people talking and stuff at a party, hmm? If for some reason you want me to wait out until a specific round has passed then just say so in the bottom of your post with OOC. Easy, no? But don’t worry; it’ll be a couple of rounds before I push the plot forward.

After Damien posts the rest can follow.

The order list!

• Lou
  
• Aurora Claret
  
• Aramantha le Mort
  
• Angel Malcon
  
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Posting format: (you can add more to it, obviously but at least keep this)
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[AKREE]

The grand hotel could be found heavily guarded by dangerous looking bodyguards of varying heights, weights and physical condition. This was one of those parties that were strictly invitation only and if you even tried getting through without one you would receive a couple of bullets to the head. The hotel itself was clearly expensive, thick columns rising, imitating a tad of gothic architecture but not enough to set in a gloomy tone, but rather enough of it mixed with a modern style so that the building was both majestic and inviting. Inside the colors varied from rich golds and reds to more neutral coloring like beige, soft white and similar earthy tones. Waiters darted from side to side, the women wearing back skirts that ended at the knee and bound tightly around their waists and simple white buttoned shirts with a varying shoes, but always toned black or dark colors. The men simple wore black pants and white button-up shirts with dressing shoes. Some carried food, other carried miscellaneous items but one thing was clear, they all seemed to be in some sort of hurry.

Whatever had them in a hurry would be something one could truly wonder, but there were various possibilities. One could be with the fact that the hotel, despite not actually having anyone sleeping in the rooms it still was very crowded, the other could do with something about how the vampires and humans here all seemed to be armed to the teeth and with a lot of money to boot.

Although vampires and humans could be found in the main lobby, and other parts of the hotel the main event was taking place in the reception hall. Inside of which you could find a stage back by three flat screen TVs and before the stage a dance floor. The dance floor was surrounded by tables which in turn where surrounded by a cluster of seats. On the far back wall, right from the stage there was a small bar, some random vampire or humans already crowded around it and drinking heartily. Near the bar you could clearly see what was obviously a large buffet to keep the guest entertained with some food before the main course was served, the long table carried everything from shrimp to fruit, strawberries covered with chocolate and chocolate filled with blood. In the center of the tables there was a fountain, one was a chocolate fountain surrounded by fruits of all types, strawberries, bananas, apples, and anything that could be covered in chocolate could be found there. The other two were beer fountains, one being pure beer and the other being beer mixed with blood, obviously one was for the vampire population while the other was for the humans, but there was no stopping any human from picking blood and beer or vampire from picking just plain beer.

However what would catch someone’s eyes the most would be the rails that criss and crossed and disappeared trough the walls of the room. One would be surprised to find such a contraption in a semi formal party but truth be told it was the underboss’ idea to have one and Damien simply couldn’t say ‘no’ to Vincent when it came to his odd ideas. This was an indoor roller coaster. How they managed to find the money not only for the roller coaster but to pay the hotel to allow its construction was a mystery, but it was obviously one of Vince’s top demands and so it was done. The coaster could be found rushing near the roof of the hall and disappeared via round holes in the walls, escaping into a dark room with only the lights attached to the cart glowed softly, like glow sticks.

It was well into the night so already the place was rather full with the bodies of those who belonged within the very infamous vampire mafia, Izan and a few of its supporters. Some danced, some chatted with their neighbors, others scanned the buffet wistfully, trying to decide what to snatch, or rather order the nearest hotel staff to snatch for them, others sulked in a corner, floated around the bar, or simply sat on a table looking at everyone else’s face.

However, none of this was really what caught Damien’s attention or bothered him, it was something else. It was something that had to do with something being amiss, like he had forgotten to turn off the stove when he left home, something that nagged and nagged at the back of his mind and it was not only something about the party, it was something that had been nagging at him for a while now. Even before the party was planned by Vincent, Damien had been having this feeling that he was forgetting something and he had tried doing his best, posting strong security, making everything just perfect. However it felt like it was something obvious, something right in front of his eyes that he was missing. However tried as he tried he couldn’t remember what it was and by the time he remembered it would already be too late.

But meanwhile he simply played his part, as co-host of the party and in charge of security thanks to his friend, Vince, the underboss of the organization. Right now he found himself whipping away any thought to do with worrying as Vincent made a remark about one of the young ladies in the party whose dress seemed to be on too tight as part of her underwear could be seen even from a distance. Damien chuckled, pointing out at another woman with a similar problem, the conversation quickly turned to the eldest vampire teasing his friend about something and Vincent grumbling in annoyance.

However, boredom was making the head of the mafia careless and carelessness could equal to all sorts of unwanted problems.

OOC: I won’t be posting much after this, this is just some introduction so all of you know what’s going on and stuff, I might post afterwards but only if I absolutely have to.

[Lou]

It was about as good as any boring high society party. And Lou mostly came to show some support to her...well, to say it lightly her employers. But at least she came decked to the nines, gone were the horrid khakis, Hawaiian shirts and saddle shoes that the Drug trafficker was known for. In their place, a long sleek black cocktail dress hung on her now obvious curves, scars and tattoos. Even her nearly trademarked mirrored sunglasses were missing, making the woman nearly unrecognizable given the circumstances.

However, there was that absolute look of boredom on Lou's face as she stirred the tumbler of scotch on the rocks in her hand. Really the party was perfect, just absolutely too perfect, and because of that, it was completely as interesting as toast around here. Damien had obviously done a good job getting all this put together...and part of her hoped that someone would do a better job fucking it up, just so things got a bit more exciting. Of course, she wouldn't say that out loud, and she certainly wouldn't be the one to do it.

At least, not without proper prompt. After all, who was she but the greatest criminal mind? To her, causing a bit of trouble was just too easy...but it wasn't like she wouldn't step in swinging if something came up. She traced her black eyes over the party floor and smirked, truly with a mess of hotheads, braggarts, piss pots and outlaws...well, it was just really a matter of time, wasn't it?

So for now, Lou would just bide her time, making with the niceties that were just common for this sort of occasion general small talk, and few introductions...even if these were her colleagues she trusted none of them further than she could throw them.

And she expected the same sort of respect from them.

[aurora]

There was something terribly frightening about a mass of people all shoved into the same complex: Especially when all of these people were quite obviously 'up to no good'. The formality of the event certainly didn’t help to add any comfort for those who were surrounded by people they only knew through business. Perhaps, the most ‘scary’ thing of all was that the conversation seemed like nothing more than friendly banter. Of course that would have Aurora Claret on her toes, considering the only words and laughs that emitted from her vocals were while in the field, all carefully planned lies and deceit, or the deep felt emotions that ran wild right after a good lunch. The suave girl was good at pretending and tonight would just be another one of those opportunities.

Sadly, Aurora’s biggest decision for the entire night was what she was expected to adorn herself with. No matter how much she acted and lied, she couldn’t escape what was a lady’s greatest downfall: her wardrobe. She had battled with herself for a ridiculous amount of time as she wandered aimlessly around through boutiques, trying to find something that would look perfect, but something that would far from bring attention to her. As lovely as green looked with her brilliant eyes and long, wavy red hair, it was too eye-catching in her opinion. The woman had almost settled for a long black gown when she found one fitted on a mannequin at one store, but much as it would have helped her to blend in, she was aware that she would be one of several wearing it. At last, she found a lovely neutral beige dress, sleeveless that hugged tightly against her chest, much like a corset. It had some obnoxious ribbon that hugged beneath her chest, and had been tied into a neat bow closer to her left side. She had thought it might look childish, but it had the opposite effect on her figure. There wasn’t any elaborate detail anywhere, and the dress reached to the floor, hiding her feet to the point her flats did not matter. After all, she was tall enough; a heel was the last thing the lady was looking for. Her hair had been pulled around to her side, tied with a bow, and now cascaded over her bony shoulders. To say the least, she was satisfied with her appearance this evening.

She hadn’t moved from the seat she had chosen at the bar in well over 30 minutes. The red head had flitted about for a while, saying a couple “hello’s” to some familiar faces, but now she was alone, sipping on some concoction she had ordered. Aurora almost wanted to take a seat at one of the empty tables on the dance floor, make an open invitation for anyone who wanted to seat themselves around her, but at the same time the idea made her queasy. So instead she patiently stayed where she was, somewhat eager to go be social, but more intent on staying seated. She would make up her mind eventually, but for now she was content.

[unknown]

Ahh, a party. One of Arama's many past-times. She stood outside the hotel, assessing it as if it was a baddies lair in a movie. HA! She took a few ambling steps forward, the scent of humans drawing her in and quickening her pace. The red dress flapped around her ankles in the wind, but somehow she managed to stay elegant. Her curled hair was still perfect as she entered the lobby. At least she was fashoinable, even if she was late. She followed a group into the main room where dancing occured and music mixed with the sound of a deafening rollercoaster filled the air. To Arama, it was heaven. A perfect party. She looked around the room, her sight not phased by the attempt at lowering the lights to create an atmosphere, and she spied her boss.

Lou. The head of drug-trafficking. How good she looked out the office and dressed up. Arama followed her eyes till she was close to Lou. She touched her arm to drag her attention to herself. "You clean up well, Lou. Where have you been hiding that dress?!" she said, admiring the fabric that rocked with Lou's body. She smiled and looked round quickly again, before turning back to Lou.

OOC: Arama's party outfit

[Angel Malcon]

To put it bluntly, it was the kind of party only an eccentric mafioso could throw.

He didn't mind. But for the roller coaster (yes, roller coaster) built into the walls, it was like any other high society party, and if there was one thing Angel Malcon loved, it was a well-cultured high society party.

Everyone was there. The drug and weapons dealers, the Intel department, the higher-ups from everything, along with some human familiars thrown in for fun. He nearly didn't recognize Lou when he first saw her, everything indicative of her having disappeared in favor of more formal attire; he teased her about it, but then moved on. It was how he managed knowing so many people -- talk to them, have a laugh, listen to them if they need it, but never linger too long. It gives the wrong impression. The only exception to that rule was with very close friends, but Angel didn't have many of those.

After a while, he was content to mingle while drinking a glass of excellent merlot mixed with even more excellent human blood. He was in his element, and he looked it, utterly dashing in a suit tailored to fit his body.

He was walking across to the bar to refill his glass when Aurora caught his eye. They knew each other as spies often do; they'd done a couple of assignments together, even had drinks once to discuss work. It had never gone farther than professional, of course, but he couldn't deny that he'd found her a damn fine spy, a damn fine vampire. A damn fine woman.

With a full glass of merlot-blood mix in hand, he walked (casually, but with purpose, as always) over to the bar where she looked like she'd been sitting for a while now.

"I barely had the fortune of noticing you over here," he said smoothly, on top of his game from warming up all night. "And fortunate it was. You look lovely, Aurora."

[AKREE]

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It's Lou's turn now!

[Lou]

Lou turned towards Aramantha with a confused look for a moment as she felt something on her arm. She was just surprised that someone came over to talk to her specifically, especially since the Drug-Trafficker was trying her hardest to look generally unapproachable.

"You clean up well, Lou. Where have you been hiding that dress?!"

"Oh this? Its old." And she wasn't joking when she said it, it was at least old enough that she had been a fledgling vampire when she had gotten it, but it had that ageless beauty most little black dresses manage. "Why did you think I never dress up?" She smirked slightly, reaching into a small handbag hanging off her arm, pulling out a cigarette holder and case, first offering one to the girl, and then lighting one up for herself.

Really she couldn't imagine how or why people got the feeling that she was nearly man, she dressed for respect, no matter where or what she was doing. And tonight, the only respectful thing was to clean up and look nice for her boss's inane party. "So what do you think about this?" she gestured her smoke around at the scene and then laughed.

"It seems to me like things could get interesting...and I don't mean that in a good way..."