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Post by Marijke on Jun 15, 2007 6:01:09 GMT -5
*Marijke was finally done with decorating the massive (and totally stolen from the movie Van Helsing) ballroom. She checked her pocket watch and quickly scurried away to put on her ghost maid costume. She returned, ordered some other servants to stand ready for when the guest would arrive.*
((I couldn't find a nice photo of the ballroom from Van Helsing, but it's huge and golden with red and kind of tacky.))
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 6:55:36 GMT -5
*Irene was brought downstairs by two of the servants, wearing the red dress Dracula makes Anna wear in Van Helsing*
((Irene: I feel so exposed! Me: Honey, be grateful I didn't make you wear the sex slave outfit from Return of the Jedi.))
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Post by Dracula on Jun 15, 2007 7:07:44 GMT -5
*Dracula waited in the shadows at the top of the stairs for a bit longer, at least until more guest would arrive. He looked around the ballroom and spotted Irene. Dracula hungrily licked his lips. She looked beautiful.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 7:09:49 GMT -5
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Post by Dracula on Jun 15, 2007 7:23:19 GMT -5
"You look beautiful tonight, my dear Irene."
*Dracula took of his mask and smirked as he traced a finger down her deep neckline.*
"And such a beautiful dress don't you think?"
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 7:26:45 GMT -5
*Irene turned away from him as best she could*
"It's a weak kind of lover who needs to chain his women and make them dress like whores. If you were half the man my husband was, you would be fine without it."
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Post by Satan on Jun 15, 2007 7:34:44 GMT -5
*Arrives early, in order to check on the band. She had gotten them cheap in exchange for giving them Stonehenge prop that was actually big.*
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 7:37:43 GMT -5
*Noticing many carriages headed that direction Peter follows along invisibly. Slipping in behind another guest he wanders the room checking out the guests outfits as well as a few of their thoughts.*
Interesting place.
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 15, 2007 7:45:38 GMT -5
* Genghis made his way proudly into the great hall. He grinned to himself.* Enjoy it, you lowly whore. Tonight is the last time he'll do anything for your honor.*He stood on the stairs and observed aloofly as guests entered.*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Jun 15, 2007 7:50:59 GMT -5
Maria entered the ballroom and leaned against a pillar. This was going to be an interesting night. She came here to slay some monster here and there. And because there was liquor.*
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Post by Dracula on Jun 15, 2007 7:56:34 GMT -5
*Irene turned away from him as best she could* "It's a weak kind of lover who needs to chain his women and make them dress like whores. If you were half the man my husband was, you would be fine without it." "And it's weak kind of woman who would try to take the cowards way out of her misery." *Dracula stopped smirking.* "Suicide is mortal sin, my love, and committing it will send you straight to hell. And I have no problem with meeting you down there."
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 8:30:31 GMT -5
*Irene looked back at him*
"Love? You don't know the meaning of the word."
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Post by Satan on Jun 15, 2007 8:36:52 GMT -5
*Now that everything was in order, Satan adjuste her dark angel costume, which was sexy enough to make Dracula miserable that she was his mother*
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Post by Christine on Jun 15, 2007 8:42:11 GMT -5
((And so I drag one of my most innocent sues into the ball of doom. *Le sigh*)) *Christine entered nervously, not sure how she felt about going without Raoul. She wore a black widow costume, unusual for a girl like her.* ((This, except a little less slutty: images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/20576.jpg))
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 9:43:55 GMT -5
((I'm jumping ahead to after the guest room thread and assuming Sue!Me is already omgtraumatized.)) * Emily stood hidden in a shadowy corner, shrinking away from the light as though it might burn her. She stayed close to the perimiter of the room, not wanting to trip anyone up--a slim silver chain snaked across the floor and bound one of her ankles beneath the hem of her dress. She had already found that the length of the chain allowed her approximately five steps beyond the large doors opening onto the terrace, but nothing beyond. Retreating, she leaned against the wall, trembling and trying not to cry.* Stop it, girl. Don't let them see you cry. It's bad enough that you used to cry when you missed a freaking bus!
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