#black masquerade

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[hitwhampire]

Black Masquerade | Dancing Widow

The music that filled the dance floor was fast paced now, with a hard beat and and would not have been wrong at a rave. The dancers seemed to fully embrace it, throwing their bodies around to the rhythm, not caring if it gave them body contact with every else...or doing it on purpose.

One of the dancers seemed to not mind in particular. She was wearing a very tight, tailor made Black Widow costume. A black-fabric catsuit that clung to her curves in the perfect way only a Vampire of the White Court could pull off and revealed that she wore nothing underneath, two gleaming black handguns on her hip and a shock of red hair that waved wild as she surrendered to the beat of the music. Her chin up high, her eyes semi-closed, her mouth open in the semi-ecstatic joy of the dancing and a almost palpable aura of sex surrounding her as she simply let go her control and enjoyed herself.

And she was here to have fun. It had been ages that she was able to be on a party like that without planning to kill one of the guests. She wanted to dance herself to exhaustion, she wanted to drink enough to kill a human of alcohol poisoning and if a good looking opportunity came around she would bang people like a sexually frustrated greek goddess.

As she turned around she felt someone enter her personal space, she opened her eyes and threw one of her most seductive smiles at the newcomer.

“Hey...”

[theraveneyedscribe-blog]

Texts from the Red Death ((the Black Masquerade))

[text] Hey Kai.

[text] i heard you were at the masquerade.

[text] would you like to play a game?

[text] i want to see if you or Mia can recognize me.

[theraveneyedscribe-blog]

Texts from the Red Death ((The Black Masquerade))

[text] Mia are you at this masquerade i heard about?

[text] if so i do hope you are being careful.

[theraveneyedscribe-blog]

To out-Heroded Herod (The Black Masquerade) - open starter

Bertram wondered what exactly he was doing at this party for at least the third time. He often avoided such large gathering like a plague; however he had always had a weakness for a masquerade. the costumes, the people, the laughter and the revelry; it was truly a place were anyone could be anyone and anything. He wondered if his own students would recognize him the way he was dressed.

A bespoke costume, created by a tailor barely the week before, hung off his frame, giving the appearance of an almost skeletal being. In fact he was much thinner than he normally liked, not quite having gotten his normal figure back after the time he had been having. His outfit was dark, basically the color of dried blood, a scarf and hood covering more of his features. on his face was a white mask with what appeared to be blood droplets splattered on it. He was sure only his eyes would give away who he was, sparkling in the shadow of the mask and hood.

Scanning the room he made his way towards the bar, seeing that he was absolutely behind on the revelry. He would have to get caught up.

[spellslingereva-blog]

Black Masquerade || Barfly and Rattlebones (OPEN)

Three blue drinks in, Eva was feeling pretty good, in a drunk and gleeful sort of way. Her cape was now tucked into the waist of her dress, and her mask slightly askew. Somewhere she had found a dead grave rat, and using her only necromancy abilities, she had reanimated the little thing, and was feeding it scraps from the food table, right now it looked like human teeth, but it was a toasted nut of some sort.

“I... I’m gonn’ call you... Skippy!” She announced, watching the three legged zombie-rat hop after a nut. The rat scurried off to the side and she reached after it, pulling it back, away from another party guest.

“Sorry. He’s friendly... sorta...” Eva slurred with a giggle, watching the rad fall over, her short lived spell running out. She poked it again and it twitched until getting up and going after nut again.

[namelessblade]

Black Masquerade - Open

What the fuck am I doing here? Yumi wondered as she stepped into the main party hall. The answer was simple...representing her Clan who apparently had been issued an invitation. Said invitation had been going downhill the pecking order until it had finally reached her the day before yesterday because she had no younger Warrior she could dump it on. Yay....

Her costume was not something that recognizable. The best way to describe it would have been ‘A Sith Lord’s School Uniform’, as it was assembled out of a black-with-red-highlights and very form fitting sailor fuku jacket, an elegant long skirt slit high at the side, knee high black boots and of course the ever present Katana at her hip. Out of an infinite sense of diplomacy she had left her gun at home electing to think that her sword would be enough to cut down most things might turn the party into a battlefield.

Taking a deep breath she rested one hand on the swords hilt and homed in on the bar.

I need a drink...