“I’ve always been a chef and I wouldn’t ever tolerate being called a cook by anyone but my mother, the only person who can cook a steak to perfection every time. I get my own bubble here, a space where I am exactly who I feel I am.”
Paloma Mora…Sous Chef…Witch
“You work your whole life and then suddenly people want you to sit down, to stop and do nothing. What kind of reward is that? Doing nothing never seemed enjoyable to me. I can’t just stop. I want to be on my toes like this, I want to have that rush still.”
Christian Howell…Patissier…Witch
“It’s my own sort of magic, baking is as intricate as potion making, spell casting, and all that fun stuff but I’m not limited by what I am, and I can make people feel a different sort of magic in my baking. Sometimes even literal magic when everyone else here is agreeable.”
...the queens armed their soft flesh and stern muscles with plates of steel as they gazed over their armies of rotting fleshed men and women who took up their weapons in defense of their matriarchs, by each side of them were their closest of allies that sung out their queens war cry over her queendom...
[email protected] havoc by skylar grey...and i don’t give a fuck when i walk into battle and that’s why i got all the [email protected] like a girl by zolita...i will sleep when i’m, a revolution’s waking up in my [email protected] by the regrettes...i’m like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself...@danisavin...your a star by rachael leigh cook, rosario dawson, and tara reid...slam the door, and let’s tear down the [email protected] nothing by ashleigh murray, asha bromfield and hayley law...dance like we’re naked, no one can tame [email protected] of the bored by brian reitzell and shirley manson...i fuck with the fates because it’s so much [email protected] to the bottom by dorothy...i need to know that i’m [email protected] to hell by the pretty reckless...i got caught for what i did, but took it all in [email protected] i rule the world by liz...so get down on your knees, better do as i please, until i tell you to stop...@roisin-abbott...hard times by paramore...hit me with lightning, maybe i come [email protected] like it heavy by halestorm...screaming ‘hallelujah motherfucker, take me to church’...
this is halloween opening performance…beginning with bella
the doors that had been held open for all ticketed guests to attend the halloween event were now closed, but not locked. they would swing open and closed as smokers stepped outside to quell their needs but most now remained inside, moving about as the band played music throughout what now appeared as a decorated hall rather than a restaurant. it was then, as the clock struck six, and the party officially began, that all lights went off suddenly, music halting while the sounds of scattered whispers rose in the air. some, who did not know bella and her theatricality too well, wondered perhaps if this really and truly was a trick of the vampire’s to make a feast of her guests. instead, lights hit the stage, splotlight on the slender girl.
music began to swell as the band once more took to their instruments. it sounded like twisting air as it took hold of the room, some guests still talking, distracted by their conversations but most staring at the overly done owner. unlike her usual eyes of human styling and gold colouring bella’s eyes she had allowed to be swallowed whole by her black shade. not in her black eyed creature state but merely that of her vampire one, fangs barely noticeable between partially opened lips while her face was surrounded by a true red and sitting a top her head was a black crown. the countess had entered and bella cared little for the fact that countesses did not usually adorn themselves with crowns.
with the brass coming in those who knew the song would quickly pick up what was to come but those who did not find themselves fans of anne rice or vampire movies would quickly become lost, mere observers to the vampire on stage.
“i’m over it,” the words passed through black matte lips plump and appearing to devour the words she sang. where once she had sung with the level of a cat screaming in agony she now held a note, voice not quite enchanting or hypnotic but as ethereal and weightless as her person. “you see i’m falling in a vast abyss, clouded by memories of the past, at last i see,” she continued, the words of disturbs lead singer nowhere near as raspy or heavy but still low in tone.
slender fingers wrapped around the twenties styled microphone, matte white and showing how sharp her nails were as they clung to it, pointed and black. “i hear it fading, i can’t speak it, or else you will dig my grave. you feel them finding, always whining.” she stared with an emotionless gaze out at those in the audience. rare was it that bellamy took to the stage, the singer lacked the skills of those she hired and did not like to take away time that could be used for someone good. this was her party though and what harm was a little indulgence in the persona she had once created as a symbol for the place.
red light flooded the hall, white light only lingering on bella as her more soft spoken words rose to commands, “take my hand now, be alive.” each face in the crowd had already been seen to her vampire eyes but it was now she could see them completely, finding it difficult not to smile as she caught sight of those she held near and dear to her heart and those she hoped she would one day do the same.
“you see i cannot be forsaken, because i’m not the only one, we walk amongst you, feeding, draining, must we hide from everyone?”
the light show continued as bella sang the rest of the song, the longer the song went on the more people returned to their conversations or reached for food. bellamy didn’t really mind so long as she held the attention of the few that she had wanted there, who would find her show amusing and silly no matter how seriously she was acting thourough it. this was bella; playful, productive and passionate all at once.
as the song ended, red lights becoming mixed with low white coloured ones so people could see around themselves properly, bella’s features turned from that of a vampire countess making demands of her subjects to a giggling fledgling. instead of twisting around words, her lips now pulled into her cheeks and white teeth shone against black lipstick, fangs ascending back into her mouth and black eyes falling away to return to her humanoid ones of gold irises. “happy halloween!” she called out, still giggling through her words at how excited that had made her.
“feel free to take the stage, otherwise...,” bella rolled off, walking away from the microphone as the original singer returned and thus began her rendition of ‘this is halloween’ for all to hear. now bella could join her own party, have fun with her friends and perhaps make more.
‘stay sexy and don’t get murdered’ pin, black skull mug, erzebet’s ghost and bat cookies, vanilla and caramel ‘thank you’ candle, red plastic vampire teeth.
erzebet’s regular tables had been pulled away as they often were for concerts late at night. instead long tables decorated with skulls, glasses and food were on either side of the large room while at the back were velvet black couches in varying sizes for people to sit. the center of the room with it’s black flooring was open for people to dance and chat, waiters and waitresses in the black latex and leather carrying trays and taking drink orders, the menus for which could be found on the tables or heard for the mouths of the staff. while there is a band on stage playing music picked by bellamy herself anyone is welcome to place requests or ask to sing something themselves.
Green is where you will find food. Pinky/Purple is the public entrance. The bar still has it’s high top seats and tables so if people would prefer to sit rather than lounge with their food they’re free to go and sit at the bar.
for the first time in it’s three year run erzebet’s will be hosting a halloween party. come and experience an evening with your friends that is both horrifying and elegant. more vampiric than usual the evening will feature a horrifying buffet to please all appetites, dancing on a cleared restaurant floor, specialised drinks, and party favours.
open to all the event will be ticketed, the cost of your ticket will be donated to soapberry’s townships emergency fund, in case of disaster.
we can’t wait to see you all on the 27th of october at 6pm, no official close but obviously everyone will need to have vacated a few hours before the next morning when the restaurant opens to all customers.
ooc: the party is obviously open to all in the RP but since erzebet’s is a building and contains a capacity I figured to explain why everyone in town wouldn’t just crash the expensive restaurant making it ticketed would be logical. the tickets would not be expensive so no character would have issues purchasing.
it will be held in the town chatzy from 6pm EST on the 27th until whenever everyone goes to sleep on the 28th.
if you make costume posts or dash posts it would be awesome if everyone could tag #erzebetshalloween2017. i would love to keep track of what everyone is doing.
feel free to say your characters received a text about this if they know bellamy, otherwise there are posters around town.
if there are anymore questions feel free to contact me here, or on @thisbrutalbelle, @thisdaringdanny.
“I could have sworn the decor in this place was red...,” Naomi said with a frown as she unlocked the main entrance door for the morning.
“No, it’s always been blue,” Hurricane announced as she pushed past her boss and walked through to the bar. Yet as Naomi stared at the blue, black and grey colour scheme she felt odd about it. No, the place could not have been blue. Why would it be blue? She could have sworn that the place had always been red and yet as more staff arrived none seemed overly concerned by it.
Erzebet’s traditional black, grey and red colour scheme has suddenly got a make over. For this plot Erzebet’s is now BLUE!
