~The Black Masquerade 2014~ *Closed*

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Black Masquerade On the right hand side of the main club, a darkened room is guarded by Bael, the demon bouncer. Above the entrance way is a subtle, obsidian sign, glowing with lava, indicating the name of the VIP lounge.

The Devil’s Edge.

It was a perfect name, at least the King of all Demons thought so. And so, in favor of the Crossroads, Lucifer himself worked his magic, pushed from the depths of Hell a cavernous room, forged by the lava that flowed through his burning lakes to create a worthy VIP room of the Crossroads. Basalt in entirety, obsidian stalactites hung from the ceiling while stalagmites of equal fortitude erupted from the floors. The walls were infused the bright orange lava, the same from the sign, which provided the lighting for the room. Booths and lounges were covered in black leather and each table and counter top was made of the same obsidian rock that hung from the ceiling.

A small bar area is available for those to help themselves, but be careful…you may not be able to leave if you eat something from this room.
January 05, 2014 02:57
Black Masquerade ~*~Black Masquerade Rules~*~

First and foremost, all Crossroads rules apply.
http://www.bloodletting.org/forums/forum_posts.php?topicID=2302852cad688f2215ce45c88cd5f9c775e94


Since this is an anonymous thread, we ask that you title each post with your costume. So if you're going as a pink bunny, your first post should be something along the lines of:
The Pink Bunny
And follow that with your post.

Remember to stay in the character of your costume the whole time! The point is for no one to know who you are! As with any thread, one liners are greatly discouraged.

Most importantly: Have fun!
***This thread will be open until November 3rd, so you have plenty of time to join and interact with everyone!***
October 18, 2014 23:50
Black Masquerade The Devil's Edge sets the perfect atmosphere for the Black Masquerade, leaving very little needed in decorations, only leaving the lounge to expand to accommodate that it is, for this night, open to the public. Spider webs were placed in the corners, fake—yet oddly real looking—spiders handing from the webs. Bats will occasionally fly around the ceiling, but don’t worry they won’t bother you! A small layer of fog covers the floor, so be careful, you never know what might be lurking around your feet.

Along with the music that will be constantly playing, scream tracks and other haunting sounds to randomly play during the night.

At the bar and each of the tables, is the menu, as well as a list of what can be won throughout the night.

Profile Awards:
Best Couple Costume (2 people)
Best Group Costume (3+ people)
Best Elder Impersonation
Best Male Costume
Best Female Costume
Scariest Costume
Funniest Costume
Most Creative
Best Overall Costume

Other Prizes:
If there are at least five participants:
1 1000BM draw.
For every additional 5 participants, an additional draw will be done for 1000BM
Plus! Every costume will be numbered and there will be 5 names drawn for the following Prize Pack:
500BM, 100K Cash, 1 Zombie, 1 DB Party(2 fills)

Participation Prizes:
100BM for making a minimum of three posts (Must be in costume).
An additional 20BM per post after five.
**Posts must be more than one liners**

October 18, 2014 23:51
Black Masquerade




The thought of a masquerade somewhat frightened the young woman. It had been so long since she had actually participated in a public event. Chills ran through her thin frame as she hurried to finish getting ready so she wouldn’t miss the opening. A thick line of black mascara and a little purple eye shadow around her hazel eyes was all she needed to compliment the violet lipstick on her lips before she slipped the grey mask over her face. It was an interestingly bold look she was looking for tonight. Her violet hair was pulled back in a type of Victorian era bun in which the black lace that held the grey mask on her face stood out boldly. No, she would simply not stop there. Such a simple colored mask was not complete without the rhinestone encrusted butterfly that gently sat amongst the few artificial vines and chains that hung from the mask itself, complimented by the black feather. Life was always more fun with feathers – so she thought anyways. Her long forest green lace dress hung loosely as it draped over her eerily pale flesh. The cutout back was open just enough for everyone to see the tattoo that covered most of her upper back in butterflies and lace. Slipping on a matching pair of simple forest green stilettos, she quickly hurried over to the mirror to do a quick check of her outfit.



 



“No no… it’s definitely missing something.” She hummed to herself as she searched through an old wooden jewelry box that had belonged to her mother many years ago. “Ahh, there you are.” Pulling out a couple of silver chain earrings that hung almost to her shoulders, she quickly popped them in and slipped a long silver chain around her neck that had a few pearls here and there within the strands. Now it was time to hit the door. One last check and she grabbed her grey clutch before stepping out into the night air.



 



Halfway down the block a cab passed by and the screeching of its breaks nearly sent her to the ground. It sounded like someone needed to take that poor thing to the shop. Quickly she slipped inside to escape the brisk cold air and directed the man to a familiar club where the event was being held. The ride was silent most of the way with the exception of a soft humming she did to keep her nerves in check. When they finally arrived she flashed a faint smile at the man and threw a few bills at him before hurriedly escaping the rank smelling vehicle and any small talk he might try to make. Her hazel eyes flipped up to view the building from behind her mask as she made her way to the door. Right on time, which meant she hadn’t missed anything yet.



 



Standing in line was more agonizing than she thought. It was nerve grinding to be around so many people all at once, and the cold air wasn’t helping with her lack of warm coverage. She was sure once inside it would get better – or at least she hoped. The bouncer looked her over and wrinkled a brow as he did his regular checks for any contraband. Before moving the velvet rope he asked rather boldly, “And what are you supposed to be?” Well that was a rather low blow. Of course maybe her outfit didn’t make very much sense to anyone. A long lacey green dress, a grey mask, and her crazy violet hair. “It’s my version of a purple rose. Now if you don’t mind,” she said motioning to the door. The man just rolled his eyes as he stepped aside and unhooked the rope allowing her to pass through.



 



Once inside she made her way to one of the tables and took a seat. It seemed the night was already turning into a nightmare. An awkward cab ride, a rude bouncer, her anxiety flaring… Could anything else possibly go wrong? The whole idea of her outfit was to make her body look like the stem of a flower and her purple hair was meant to look like the petals of a purple rose. The butterfly on her mask was merely an extra decoration to make it look like one was visiting her in the garden. “Could anything else possibly go wrong?” she said sighing almost in defeat.


October 19, 2014 00:23
Black Masquerade Boing... Boing... Boing... Boing...

The tiny blond Jessica Rabbit sauntered into the room on twelve inch stilettos, her heaving, pneumatic chest bouncing like twin beach balls.

"Hellooooo Boys! What does a lady have to do to get a drink around here?"

She giggles maniacally, and flutters her two inch eyelashes.
October 19, 2014 11:47
Black Masquerade


Oh Dear!



The brown dress, made from authentic fur, slipped down to her knee-caps in a ragged fashion that could easily hint towards someone who didn’t have skills when it came to manipulating materials like cloth and a needle and thread. A single shoulder strap crossed over her right shoulder, the soft fur a light shade of brown upon her front and a darker tone along the back. Detailed white spots trailed down her spine in an indistinguishable pattern where they halted at the presence of a fluffy little tail at the base of her spine.



Slim fingers smoothed the material down as she stepped out of the cab, feet clicking slightly on the sidewalk as the black, heeled boots made a similar sound to how hooves may have struck such a hard material. It was the perfect illusion, and quite clever, if she did think so herself. Her hair was pulled back into two, swirled buns on either side of her head, angled more towards the back than on the side. Inside each of those little buns was a chunk of antler – true, genuine antler that protruded. Her petite nose was painted black, and little freckles of black were mingled in with her true freckles along her high cheekbones.



Though, the main portion of her outfit seemed to be almost… odd. Across the front of her dress were two, large cut-out letters reading: ‘OH.’ She only hoped that her message was easily understood, as she gained permission to step into the masquerade with a nod of her head. The outfit suited her willowy frame as she stepped into the dimly lit club, admiring how the décor seemed to add to the Halloween spirit surrounding the Realm this time of year. It was such a wonderful time, after all.



Blue eyes gazing, the wide optics caught sight of a costume as unique as her own, and a grin split the woman’s lips. Approaching with confidence, she sidled up to the side of the woman donned in purple, speaking to her in a calm tone, excitement underlying her words.



“My my. I love your rendition of a rose. Very clever and unique.”


October 25, 2014 13:14
Black Masquerade


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He'd never been to a Masquerade Ball, party or any other costumed event before, this was his first one.  The atmosphere was delightful, filled with colours, sights and sounds that thrilled him.  He checked over his costume one more time, loving the feel of the black velvet cape, and silky smoothness of his blousy scarlet shirt with it's silk cord and little bells at the end of each tip.  Thank goodness he understood how to play the Lute,maybe he might even get a chance to play it.

Sauntering over to the bar, he continued peruse the scenery around him.  It was extravagant and this excited him more and more.  He orders himself one of River's Regenerating ****tails and some Angel Wings, paying for both naturally.  He took a taste of each before moving away from the bar. Delicious he thinks to himself.  He found a wonderful spot out on the floor where one of the tables were, sitting down, with his drink and unfinished snack, he moves his Lute to around in front of him and begins to tune it.  

Listening for a moment to the music around him, he starts to strum, matching softly what is already being played.  His smile is brilliant, but the rest of his face is hidden behind what looks like a scarlet Carnival masqued, gold linings, scarlet and black feathers come off from one side, perfect fit to what he's already wearing.  The Troubadour continues to play his Lute, he continues to watch the scenery all around him and he continues ..........


October 28, 2014 14:55
Black Masquerade




The more and more she waited at the table, the young woman began to become more and more anxious. Several people began to fill the room and she caught one of the nearby waiters to order herself a drink. Perhaps a little alcohol would take an edge off my anxiety. Looking over a menu she had already decided what she wanted. “Excuse me, I’d like a drink or two please,” she said softly looking up to the waiter. “Yes ma’am what would you like?” Without hesitation she ordered two Black Widow Shots and a Vampire’s Kiss Martini and handed him payment before he hurried off to fetch her drinks.



 



The sudden sound of another woman’s voice ringing out through the room caught her attention and hazel eyes shot over towards the direction of what looked like another young woman in a rabbit outfit. It was interesting to say the least and she just shook her head and went back to admiring the clever Halloween decorations around the hall. So many memories washed over her from her childhood causing her foot to begin tapping lightly on the wispy fog covered floors. It was only until her drinks got there that she thanked the waiter and quickly down both her shots. The effects of the alcohol hit her quickly and soothed her frantic nerves allowing her foot to stop shaking.



 



Slowly she took a few sips from her drink and scanned the room again. She found it rather ironic the name of the drink. Vampire’s Kiss Martini. Perhaps it was the irony, or perhaps it was the alcohol, but a small giggle escaped her violet lips as she couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed the evening was starting to get a little better already and she sighed in relief, thankful her celebrations wouldn’t be ruined by her nerves.



 



Clack clack. The muffled sound of what appeared to be hooves under the music caught her attention once more and she looked up from her drink to find another woman approaching her with a smile. Examining the antlers and fur, she couldn’t help but wonder what the woman was supposed to be. Her compliments forced a small blush to rise across her cheek and she offered an equally friendly smile back as the woman pointed out she understood what she was. “Um, thank you. You’re the first person who has managed to figure that out,” she said softly studying the woman over once more. “Please, have a seat with me and share a few drinks.” Motioning to the chair across from her, the young woman slid one of the menus across the table and took a few more sips of her own drink. “I’m going to guess from the large OH across your front that you’re supposed to be a deer? Maybe? Kinda like OH DEAR but more like the animal kind of deer?” She cringed at her rambling and hoped she didn’t offend the woman and make a fool of herself too horribly.



 



Cringing again she took a few more sips of her drink and took a few glances around hoping no one else had heard that. Her eye caught a man playing some sort of instrument and the melody forced her to stop and study him for a moment and listen before returning back to the woman. “My my, it seems we have quite the crowd tonight,” she said laughing a little again.


October 28, 2014 16:21
Black Masquerade


Oh Dear!



Blue eyes scanned the beautiful shade of violet that the woman before her was wearing, admiring her from behind a mask that was better visible in the light near the table where her current companion was residing. It was a half-face mask, made of soft, brown material that was similar to the fur her dress was made from. A smile split her lips and a laugh emerged before she shook her head lightly, taking a seat at the same table as the stunning rose.



“I tend to be clever on occasion. Roses, particularly white, tend to be my favorite flower. The hard work you put into it, though… admirable.”



Ordering herself a few of the shots from the menu, she crossed one of her lean legs over the other and turned her attention back towards the woman who was her current companion. Her eyes only seemed to waver for a moment as she glanced towards the new arrivals into the room. An excited look passed over her features and was paired with a quirky smile as she nodded her head eagerly. The ‘antlers’ bobbed a little bit with the motion as her blue eyes peered out from the larger eye-holes in her mask.



“You’d be correct. It’s a… pun, I think, is what my friend said. I’m happy you seemed to understand it, though! I was a little worried that it would go over the majority’s heads.”



A laugh bubbled forth from her before she took one of her shots, turning her head to glance at the man who’d entered the room, unsure about what he would be. The instrument that he was playing sent out a strange melody, one she found a little fascinating. There was another woman – a rabbit? Animals seemed popular tonight. – who seemed to capture the attention of those standing around. Grasping onto the small, Halloween themed shot glass, the female took her other shot back and let it settle warmly in her gut. She adjusted her mask a little with her long fingers and then turned back to the rose across from her, canting her head lightly to the side for a moment.



“So… do you often go places alone? Or are you meeting someone? I wouldn’t want to occupy their place if that’s what I’m doing, heh. I’m not really used to being out at things like this… parties, and the like, I guess.”



It was strange; she was typically so confident. And her presence exuded confidence, ultimately, but when she was sitting there she seemed to become a little anxious and unsure. She had been working on socializing with people lately, and what better place to do it where no one knew who she was? It was an interesting concept and she certainly hoped the shots would give her some extra boosts of charisma.


October 30, 2014 17:27
Black Masquerade She is absolutely bored out of her mind. This was supposed to be the event of the year in The Realm, and so far, she was very unimpressed. Why, she hadn't even been hit upon, despite the fact she was the most voluptuous woman in Lounge. Something had to be done to liven this party up, and she had just the plan.

Moving towards the dance floor, Jessica Rabbit raised a hand over her head, nearly spilling out of her very low cut red dress. She snapped her fingers and the house lights dimmed, replaced by an overhead spotlight that illuminated her full, sensuous figure, barely covered by the glittering red sequin dress. A microphone on a stand materialized, and stage smoke rose from the floor. Behind her the silhouette of a piano and a pianist appeared, and began a soft, sensuous jazz introduction. She gazed at the floor through those measures, her face hidden in the shadow of the overhead spotlight. At the moment the intro rolled into the the song, she looked up and began to sing, her voice lush and low.

Another bride
Another June
Another sunny
Honeymoon
Another season
Another reason
For Makin' Whoopee.

A lot of shoes
A lot of rice
The groom is nervous
He answers twice
It's really killin'
That he's so willin'
to make whoopee!


She took the microphone from the stand, moved towards the piano seductively, the spotlight following her as slid next to the pianist. The middle eight poured out of her, her voice crooning now.

Picture a little love-nest,
Down where the roses cling,
Picture the same sweet lovenest,
Think what a year can bring.


Jessica stood up and stepped onto the piano bench, then up to the top of the grand piano, the slit in her dress revealing a long, luxurious thigh. Her body moved slowly, gyrating with the piano music being tickled from the keys by the pianist. Her voice became stronger, almost husky, like a torch singer as she continued.

Another year
Or maybe less
What's this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected
And he's suspected
Of Makin' Whoopee!

She sits alone
'Most every night
He doesn't 'phone her
He doesn't write
He says he's "busy"
But she says "is he?"
He's Makin' Whoopee!


The lyrics are dripping from her now, like honey, from her full lips. The notes she sings trill in all the proper places, and she continues to move rhythmically with the music. As the final verse begins, she steps back down from the piano, brushing fingertips through the hair of the pianist before she returns to the center of the the dance floor and places the microphone back onto the stand.

He doesn't make much money
Only a five-thousand per
Some judge, who thinks he's funny
Told him he got to pay six to her
He says: "Now judge, suppose I fail."
The judge says: "Budge, right into jail!
You'd better keep her,
I think it's cheaper
Than Makin' Whoopee!

Than Makin'... Whooopeeeeeee!


Her voice fades with the final glissando of the last diminished chord, and she lowers her face, which is once again hidden in the shadow of the overhead spotlight.


November 01, 2014 18:01
Black Masquerade


+No one noticed as he walked into the Crossroads, just another nondescript man looking to drown his sorrows in the bottom of a tall glass. He was dressed simply, in dark trousers, a button down shirt, heavy boots, and a long hooded green  cloak. As he pulled back the cloak, the first thing one would notice would be the eyes, and how much sadness they radiated. The dark circles under the blue hues gave them a haunted look, and nothing could be more true. He was haunted, by the past, and what his life had become...+



+Life had once had been a series of happy events for him, and nothing would stand in the way of a good time. Alcohol, women, money...he had lived the bachelor's life with a vengence. His family had worried for him, especially his mother. She was a long suffering woman, having lived alone since he had moved out. His father had left when he was young, and she had lived the rest of her life in a haze of hate, and both physical and mental illness. He had tried to be a good son, as best as he could, but the good life had beckoned, and when he was needed most...+



+The police had found her body, on her bed, as if she was sleeping peacefully. The funeral director had done a fantastic job in making her look beautiful, and plenty of people had come to mourn her passing. But, he had been lost in his head, a big ball of guilt and self loathing, as he took the blame for the death of his mother. So strong did the maelstrom become that he did the unthinkable, and after she was buried, he walked into the path of a speeding train.+



+Except, that was not the end, but  a different beginning. An otherworldly power had placed its finger on his soul, and chosen him for a different path. He would not go on to the afterlife, but instead be a spirit guide, for those souls who were about to die. Whenever there was a disaster, or a person dying of cancer, or some other being who is about to move on to the afterlife, he was there, to ease their fears, and bear witness to their passing.+



+He sat at the bar, and ordered a gin and tonic, and as he waited, Pariah surveyed the room, to see if if his curse would be called upon once again.+


November 01, 2014 19:16
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right To Remain Sexy



 



Black combat boots clacked against the floor as the man entered the area in which the Halloween Party he had heard of was commencing. Being the confident man he was, he had to go as a sexified persona. What was his choice this year? Sexy Police officer! On his head he had a navy blue police cap with a badge in the center and a black bill in front. His upper body was rather vulnerable to the elements save a navy blue vest which said 'Police' in white letters which showed off his rather toned arms and a shirtless collar adorned with a black tie which reached to just above his naval. His lower half was covered only by matching navy blue shorts that held a single black strip on the front center.  His body wasn’t something he had no business showing off. After centuries of discipline and hard work he had a body in which he almost enjoyed showing off…almost. Still, he had his dignity. Not on Halloween, though. To match his costume he put a pair of large, black shades to his eyes as to give the masquerade effect to all.



 



In his black gloved hands he held a chain which shook and clanged as if something were on the other end. “Come on! We don’t have all night.” While he stood there with his boot clicking in impatience and a fist placed upon his hip he gazed over the audience at the others who had decided to join the little party. So far, he felt like he had missed the memo where he needed to be something iconic. He saw Jessica Rabbit, whom he recognized from the get-go. Then there was that odd skunk he had seen on coffee cups or on clothing. All the others seemed familiar but he couldn’t place his finger on it. For someone who had been around so long it was surprising he didn’t recognize them.  Still, he commended the others for their work and diligence on their characters.



 



With a stiff tug, he pulled on the chain in an effort to pull his companion inward. For a moment he contemplated leaving to get his Elvis costume so that maybe he could be just as iconic as the others but upon seeing his lover and best friend enter the thought quickly disappeared. A large, teasing grin spread across his lips as he spoke to his plus one. “Be glad I got you out of the pokey for a night, Jailbird.


November 01, 2014 20:03
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird!~



The man sighed a little as he was pulled in by the police officer that entered before him. "Yeah, yeah. Just be glad I even decided to go along with your idea. I wanted to stay and read a book but no! I had to be dragged out." The chain the officer held led up to a leash that was around his neck. He was wearing a black and white striped jail shirt and matching striped pants with a pair of regular black shoes though the sleeves were ripped off the shirt and ripped a bit down the middle, showing off his arms and most of his chest. There was a matching striped cap on his head and a black mask wrapped around his eyes. There were a pair of handcuffs on his wrists though they looked like they were broken apart so the man could move his arms around freely.



There were a few people already here besides his partner and himself. He couldn't recognize anyone save for Jessica Rabbit. But that was because the movie was one of his favorites as a teenager. He then looked back to the police officer that roped him into all of this. "You totally owe me for this you know. I'm talking at least three favors. At least I get drinks out of this." He mumbled the last part though he was kinda glad he was dragged out the big house.


November 01, 2014 20:22
Black Masquerade


+The bartender let him know that gin and tonics were not on the menu tonight, and slid a menu across to him. Looking it over, he ordered the carrot juice martini, and once again looked aroumnd the club. His dull eyes settled on a young woman, who was seemingly full of life. But, Pariah knew he would be visiting her soon...within a matter of days, as a matter of fact. She would die a brave death, at the hands of a vampire, who she happened to be speaking to right this moment. She didn't know what he was, of course, and he could not tell her. It was one of the rules, that had been forced upon him...no telling the living how they would die, or when. +



+He turned back to the bar, as the barkeep placed his drink down in front of him. His was a hideous existence. Sure, he was still among the living, but knowing when the people he encountered would die, and knowing he would be with them in the moment their flame would be extinguished took any joy out of it. That, and the eternal guilt he felt for the death of his mother, made him into a modern day Grim Reaper.+



+God, he hated life.+


November 01, 2014 21:30
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



What a handsome jailbird he was, too. The police officer’s grin grew even wider as his favorite criminal began to speak. “Oh, come now, a book? You would rather read a book then witness me in this?” He gestured to his outfit before giving a tug to the chain once more. He gave the jailbird a soft peck on the lips. “I will owe you nothing and you will like it.” After giving the jailbird a wink, he turned and began to walk deeper into the area with his prisoner in tow.



 



Being not much of a social man he looked about to see what the party had to offer. First he took in the fog which covered the floor. Very spooky. Very predictable. Then he noticed the lighting in the walls which reminded him a lot of his home, Pompeii. It was then he noticed the little squeaks from above. His eyes looked up with a look of confusion on his features. He spoke softly as he draped his arm around the handsome prisoner’s shoulders. “They have real bats in here…real, living bats. “ He gave a soft nuzzle to his companion’s cheek before speaking once more. “Let’s get something to drink. I am parched.” It was then he began to walk in synch with the jailbird while still holding the chain in his hand which had been draped around his shoulders.



 



The fact his companion allowed him to be the police officer surprised him since usually they both argued over such things. The only real complaints he had was his companion coming to the party since, in essence, they were both not party goers. However, it was his time to show off his arm candy and he would take it. “Did you even know this place was here?” He looked to his jailbird with a curious look upon his visage. 


November 01, 2014 22:33
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The jailbird simply rolled his eyes with a slight scoff as the police officer showed himself off, though he could admit to himself it was kinda worth it to see the man dressed like he was. All he could do was be dragged along without too much resistance. He kinda enjoyed the public display they were giving, especially when he received that quick peck on the lips.



The jailbird hadn't been to this party before so he was taking in a few of the sights himself, keeping close to his captor. All the decorations were pretty cool as he looked around at them. It was then that the option of getting drinks came. "Drinks? I can definitely use a quick drink." He then allowed himself to be led though they walked nearly side by side.



To be honest, the jailbird didn't really wanna be the cop. He didn't really care about being center of attention though that idea may be thrown out the window now. He was brought out of his thoughts when he was asked about the party and where it was being held. "This place? No, I actually didn't know about this place. I've missed quite a bit so your guess on this is as good as mine. Though I'm not complaining about it. It's good to get out and have fun I guess."


November 01, 2014 22:51
Black Masquerade When You're an Addams...

The good news, she didn't need much foundation to pull off the pale look. But with wing-tip eye shadow, eye liner, lipstick, blush and whatever the hell 'contouring' was, she still felt like she had a pound or two of makeup on her face. The dress clung to her every curve, which were created by carefully rolling and folding socks. In fact, she was more sock than person under the black dress. Her chest and hips were both enhanced with the help of socks, artfully so. She feared a sock would pop out of the low cut dress, but with the help of double-sided tape, the dress stayed exactly where it was meant. The sleeves reached her fingertips, tapering out to drape elegantly. The dress reached the floor, almost negating the necessity of those stupid high heels. But, the outfit wouldn't be complete without them.

The dress stayed close-cut all the way to the ankles where it fanned out just-so but still touched the floor. Subtly embroidered on the dark fabric were roses of the same material. Were it not for her supernal sight, she'd have never noticed the embellishment. The final touches were a simple silver necklace with a single dark ruby, a black mask which, in her opinion, hid most of her eye makeup and a basket filled with red and black roses. Even after making ridiculous faces in the mirror, she couldn't quite believe the reflection was her own.

Her usual self-conscious side abated for tonight. Unable to recognize herself, she highly doubted anyone else would. She teetered carefully out of the car and walked up to the club with short, careful steps. The heels barely made a sound, even as she spun for the inspection. One of bouncers plucked up the shears sitting in her basket, but returned them after noting their blunt edges and rounded tips. They were barely fit to cut paper. She tried out a simpering smile, something she had practiced in the car, and glided into the club. More practice would be necessary before the night ran out.

She was neither too early nor too late. The party had already started, but had not yet reached the highlight of the night. Her smile stretched across her face but never revealed her teeth whenever she happened to make eye contact with another patron. The trip to the bar was a long one as she attempted her best imitation of a graceful woman.
November 01, 2014 23:48
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



Finally the two had arrived at the bar where the officer released his prisoner so that he may take a seat as well. Upon placing himself on the seat, the police officer spun around so that his back was to the bar with his eyes taking in the spooky sights. On arm relaxed on the bar top while the other rested on his companion’s thigh when he sits down, his thumb brushing absent mindedly as his hand stayed put. “I knew of Crossroads, but never of this lounge. Then again, we both aren’t necessarily people persons, are we?” His head tilted back so that he could give his handsome jailbird a sly grin. His free hand reached up to his chin where he had trimmed up the facial hair to a connected mustache and beard combo in which the beard ran up his jawline to his sideburns but never touched his neck. It was clean, but manly. Just how he liked it.



 



With the bartender appearing to serve the men the officer gave his man a small squeeze of the leg. “You know what I like. Sour or bitter. No sweet.” Sweet treats were disgusting to the man, they made his teeth ache. Sour made his mouth tingle while bitterness presented a unique flavor. Sometimes spicy was even enticing, as well!  Suddenly he felt a slight poke of hunger in his abdomen while he thought of all the different foods he enjoyed. Maybe after a drink or two he would treat his jailbird to something tasty for dinner.



 



With his eyes studying the other party goers he noticed a wonderful, and ghoulish, Morticia Addams. There was an icon he could understand! The Addams Family used to be one of his favorite shows when he first discovered television. Just the puns and lack of typical family values actually entertained him. Though she seemed almost familiar he really couldn’t place it. He could of swore he saw that dress before…


November 02, 2014 16:09
Black Masquerade


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There she was, center stage so to speak, red hot and gorgeous.  Jessica Rabbit had been the fanatasy women of a lot of guys, he was no different.  She sang out there in the middle of the dance floor, he played for her away from the limelight.  The piano beat out that delicious tune as he watched her practically make love to the microphone.  The Troubadour didn't bother trying to out do her, his quiet accompaniment was enough for him.

As he played he watched others enter the night's arena, cute, a bunny boinging all over the place ....nice.  He strummed even after Ms. Rabbit's song ended, taking a moment here and there to drink his fine c0cktail. Smiling still, he kept playing whether anyone listens or not, that's alright, he was here to enjoy the night and have a little bit of fun.


November 02, 2014 16:13
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The jailbird had sat down next to the officer and looked over the drink options. "I know your preferred options. Just trying to figure out which one would be best for you. I'm pretty much going to order what I want and order what I think you'll like. If it doesn't work out... well, I tried. That's what matters. From the looks of it, you might like the zombie slime shooters. So, we'll get a few of those for you and one of Bunnicula's carrot juice martinis for me."



He gave the order to the bartender before turning his attention back to the rest of the crowd there, he slightly leaned against the officer. "You know, I think this part of the Crossroads is only used for events like this one. It's probably why you haven't seen this area before. Or at least that's what I've heard." He then shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance.



After a moment though, the bartender had popped up again with their drinks as the jailbird grabbed his. "Well, officer... why don't you tell me if I made the right choice in drinks." He said with a sly grin.


November 02, 2014 16:34
Black Masquerade Having finished her performance, Jessica Rabbit bowed to the pianist, and acknowledged the other musician (who had accompanied the pianist quietly and respectfully) with a quick smile. Jessica glided over to the bar, feeling all the eyes on her curves as she moved gracefully across the room, and asked for a Bunnicula's Carrot Juice Martini. What else would the torch singer have requested?

Thanking the ghostly barkeep, she turned and glanced around the lounge. None really caught her eye until she spied a somber man in a green cloak, looking in all the world like he had just lost his last friend. If there was one thing Jessica could not do, it was to allow someone to be be unhappy in her presence. She sashayed over to the table in the back, sipping her drink, and once again feeling the eyes of the room upon her. Walking up to the table, she gave him her best 'come hither' smile, and spoke softly to him.

"Hi, I'm Jessica. Jessica Rabbit. Is this seat taken?"
November 02, 2014 18:45
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



 



When the drinks were presented to them the police offer tested the glasses which had been presented before him. He first sniffed it, inhaling its scent deeply. It had a strange scent to him. He jiggled the contents about to examine its consistency which revealed it was much like jello. With a shrug he took the glass to his lips and threw back the green beverage in which it reacted by slowly sliding down the glass into his mouth. When it touched his tongue, his face went derp. The taste was lime. Lime jello! After finally swallowing the contents he let out a soft gagging sound. “You are definitely going in the pokey tonight.”



 



With a soft chuckle he passed the two drinks to the jailbird before snatching the martini. He gave it a sip then let out a sigh of content. “Has a little bit of sweet to it but the alcohol and carrot taste makes up for it. So close, my favorite little prisoner.” He gave the man a soft nuzzle before giving his cheek a kiss. “You can have my zombie ooze.”


November 02, 2014 22:57
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The jailbird chuckled as he watched the officer taste the drink. He shrugged his shoulders when he was told about going in the pokey. "I told you I tried. I didn't think it would end up that bad for you." He was about to grab his own drink when the officer snatched it up. "My drink! You know, for an officer of the law, your doing a terrible job enforcing it."



He then decided to try one of the shooters and swallowed it down once the drink reached his tongue. He let out a soft sound of approval after he tasted it. "I don't know why your complaining about it. It's almost like a jello shot. Those are always great. You just gotta loosen up and give more stuff a try. Your lucky I like the taste of this or I'll have to go to the police and report you for being a bad cop." He said with a smirk.


November 02, 2014 23:18
Black Masquerade


~Barbarian Queen~



 



Dancing into sight the woman's red dress swished about her. Well it hadn't always been red but that was beside the point. It wasn't her fault that she had tripped and spilt wine all over herself was it? Giggling like mad she made her way through the groups of people, the heavy iron chains dangling off her wrists. The heavy red, curtain like fabric draped off her body in tatters. It had been ages since she’d been to a masquerade and truth be told she had gotten rid of all of her dresses long ago. With a silly smirk toying at her lips she grabbed a drink, turning to observe the other masqueraders.


November 02, 2014 23:23
Black Masquerade When You're an Addams...

It was as she perused the menu items that she realized she forgot her wig. She sat up bolt straight and looked around worriedly, as if it had fallen off on the way inside. More likely, she left it in the car because it had made her scalp itch. A blond Morticia was a crime against all unholy and impure. She slipped off the bar stool and tried to quickly move across the club to the doors. However, moving quickly in the tight dress only slowed her progress. Like walking over hot coals, slow and steady was the key. But unlike rushing over coals, moving quickly would embarrass her rather than burn her.

Making it to the door without incident is nothing short of a miracle. Too bad a second one couldn't occur and her wig could pull a Cousin It and greet her there. Instead, she almost ran into someone entering. Good thing she had to move slowly. The collision was easily avoided and she managed to get outside without incident. After describing her situation, the valet agreed to pull her car around. He was even kind enough to bring the damned wig to the blond Morticia.

"Here," she said, unceremoniously shoving her basket of roses into the valet's arms in exchange for the wig. She flipped her hair forward, very unlike Morticia, threw the wig over and put it on. She tried her best to stuff any fly-aways inside the cap but without a mirror, she'd have no idea if she got all her hair tucked away. Fortunately, it wasn't terribly long.

Her look finally complete, she carefully took back the basket and extracted a black rose. "For your help." Morticia said with a hint of a smile, offering the dark flower to the valet. He accepted it with a polite smile.

Heading back into the club, she had to remind herself to stay calm. Chances are, no one noticed her screw up.
November 02, 2014 23:42
Black Masquerade .: The King :.


This creature seldom roamed the realm without good reason, but this masquerade ball seemed liked the place to be as Halloween quickly approached. A good month with little breaks had been spent designing the costume for the night and now it was time to show off the hard work to any people already at the ball. It was hoped that the costume would fit in nicely but until the arrival at the ball, there was no way to know.


The journey to the mysterious and wondrous masquerade ball was a long one whilst in costume, but the costume was not something that was easy to slip into before entering the large room. Each step was much shorter than a normal one for the beast and after what seemed like a good half an hour walk or more, the master designed Crossroads club was right before the creature. With a few shuffles inside the main entrance, the rest of the club came into view as did the room where the ball was being held.


The beasts costume was mostly made of painted foam with a few important additions like LED lights and a speaker to ample certain sounds. As the creature got further into the ball room, the lights from the ceiling enhanced the look of his costume. The beast was almost trapped inside the foam exoskeleton painted in a dark grey color with pale grey highlighting certain features.


A long tail protruded out of the costume around the buttock area. Large solid legs with three spiked toes on each foot and short thick arms with long vicious claws. Spines of varied sizes ran from what would be the neck of the costume all the way along to the tail, those spines contained certain blue LED lights that would come into effect in a few moments. The last feature that stood out about the costume was the large head, similar to a dinosaur with a month containing almost one hundred sharp teeth.


With the push of a button inside the costume, the spines along the back of the outfit lit up with a blue glow as did the eyes. Another button push and the speaker inside the mouth of the outfit turned on and the creature tucked away from sight within let out a single amplified sound.


“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!”





November 03, 2014 07:56
Black Masquerade When You're an Addams...

If it weren't for the barely audible crackling of the speaker, Morticia would have jumped and screamed in terror. Instead, she turned as the roar died down, hand delicately laid upon her chest, and cast an admiring gaze upon the beast. A lot of time and effort went into the costume but for a moment, she couldn't think of anything other than Reptar. How ridiculous.

Thinking on her feet, she uttered the second thing that came to mind. "What a wonderfully terrifying and misunderstood beast."
November 03, 2014 10:32
Black Masquerade The Hostess

She had been here the whole time, watching as things slowly picked up and decided to make an announcement. Moving to the center of the room, she signalled for the music to become silent for a moment and then cleared her throat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Since the festivities didn't pick up until recently, The Dark Chronicle has decided to extend the party! Please, keep enjoying yourselves and have a blast!"

The last day of the Masque will now be Sunday, November 9th!
November 03, 2014 12:26
Black Masquerade ;:Avada Kedavra, Alacazam, turn young Harry into a hot man!:;


"I am so not late am I?!" A young Gryffindor slid into the masquerade with slouched ease, it wasn't hard to tell what he was, as every single detail was perfectly put in place. "Rated M Harry" didn't really mingle after all he only had two things on his agenda tonight; to get as drunk as humanly possible and meet a Draco to "slytherin" to. match with.


The man's costume went from head to toe and in order as he stroke a very becoming pose; Perfectly styled hair, classic black masquerade mask, a winding gryffindor scarf that hung over his shoulder, a wizard cloak that was more like a flowing cape, tight black vest that didn't quite cover his toned abs and stopped just above his belly button with the Gryffindor patch, tight trousers that snuggled all the right curves and of course, the fitting wizardry boots. This guy went all out; his hair had been temporarily dyed black, the lightening scar just above his arched brow carved in with wax. And how could he forget the glasses? simple, he couldn't, the horrid circular lenses were perched on the lowest point of the V on his vest. Every single detail has been taken into effect and Damn, he was proud of it. To put it in three words. he.was.fierce!


"Rated M Harry" headed straight to bar and held up 6 fingers, 3 on each hand "Oi oi, Mate. 6 slime shooters!" he taps the bar twice as he plopped down and slammed back all 6, suddenly becoming very happy but not drunk...yet. Spinning around in the spinny stool he goes to say something, but spinning around on that stool proved to be more fun than expected and he did so several times before stopping his merry giggling "Oh right, hehe" slowly spun so he can peer at everyone from under his mask; his usual shyness had been stomped out and smothered in alcohol and indefinite intoxication "What kind of wizardry is this?! You all look Marvelous! absolutely marvelous!" giving a series of girlish claps, he gets a glass of death punch and slurps it up through a straw. Happy watching the promising Halloween party.
November 03, 2014 20:12
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



 



His lips parted to allow the interesting beverage in while his little jailbird sang. “I despise jello and you know it. It’s just so nervous all the time…and it’s sweet… I have had centuries to expand my pallet, my handsome prisoner, and I have decided what I like and do not like. And if I don’t like it, I give it to you.” He finished the drink and tapped the glass on the bar as if to signify he wanted more. It was then he watched the blond Morticia run away only to return moments later with not blond but black upon her head. He had thought she was doing her own little spin on the Addams family mother but either way she looked very convincing.



 



The police officer’s attention was stolen once the beast roared and the rather peppy yet interestingly dressed wizard barged in. The place was starting to liven up only making the man even more anti-social. His grip on his prisoner’s leg tightened a bit. “Looks like the party is starting…”


November 03, 2014 20:49
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The jailbird sighed a bit as he downed another one of the zombie shooters, placing the shot glass back on the bar a little hard. "Seriously? You don't like jello? What a buzzkill. Jello is great. Jello shots are even better. And passing me stuff that you don't like won't work forever." He chuckled a little as he turned and noticed other costumed party goers began to arrive.



The jailbird then stood up and turned back to the officer with a smirk. "Since the party is starting, how about we have a little fun ourselves." He then leaned forward towards the officer, his hands on the man's legs to hold himself up as their faces were only a few inches away. "Now how about you take that nightstick you have shoved so far up your rear end that it's preventing you from having fun out and join me for at least one dance." He said with a smirk.


November 03, 2014 21:51
Black Masquerade


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Smiling upon hearing the announcement, The Troubadour moves himself out there somewhere to play for anyone who will listen.  The lute extends his love of music, his love of a good time.  As he plays, he dances pleasantly around those here, caring not for the jibes he might get.

Once he finishes his song on his lute, he settles for a time to  watch those around him once more, not even worrying about getting another drink right now.


November 03, 2014 23:31
Black Masquerade ~Loki~
Wanting to join in on the festivities, she decided to dress up as her favorite villian. She donned a black corset, the laces gold and the details green, a black skirt that was long in the back, but only reached her knees in the front, black and green knee high boots, and topped the costume off with a flowing green cape lined with gold and a gold horned helm.

The bouncer eyed her helm, debating if it could be classified as a weapon or not, but it wasn't made of a material that could do damage. It was also her masque.

Strutting into the lounge, Loki looked around for any mischief she could cause.
November 04, 2014 11:47
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



From behind the sunglasses his eyes rolled before he accepted another beverage from the bartender. "Jello is sweet. And it has a weird consistency. I don't like it." He takes a sip from the beverage with his eyes gazing lazily around until his companion decided to stand up. A confused look came across his face until he felt warm hands on his legs. A black brow arched upward when their faces came into a close proximity.



Dance? The word itself sounded rather foreign.  He had never really danced before. That sudden realization surprised him, causing his features to turn into a scowl of sorts. "Dance?...Me? Ummmm..." A small red tint came to his cheeks hwile he attempted to adjust his clothing even though they hadn't been moved or effected whatsoever. "I have never...really danced...before."


November 05, 2014 17:37
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charge, Jailbird~



The jailbird raised an eye at his companion at the new revelation. "Never danced before? Huh... well, that's something we are definitely going to fix then. We both may usually be shut-ins but I at least like dancing around back in the big house. So, your going to get off that seat of yours and join me." He smirked as he grabbed the officer's hands and pulled him off the seat.



The jailbird stood a few inches in front of the officer and started moving his shoulders to the beat of the music. "It's all about listening to the music, following the beat and just letting your body do what it wants with the sound." The jailbird then began swaying his hips in tune with the beat along with moving his shoulders more with the music.


November 05, 2014 19:11
Black Masquerade


Anotter Red riding wolf



 



The timing was horrid, but sometimes that was the best time. The disfigured beast stood on the back leg, paws of a wolf. An otter mask stuck out from under a red riding hood that surrounded and dropped down to the lower part of the feet of the beast. The snout lifted outwards to emit a gurgled howl up to the roof above the establishment. Animal eyes scanned from underneath the otter mask with curiousity and hunger. Jessica Rabbit didn't look as bad from the point of view of the monster. The place was hopping, but the beast always liked a catch.


November 07, 2014 22:52
Black Masquerade


You Have the Right to Remain Sexy



 



The officer did not stop the jailbird from stealing him away despite the fact he had no desire to dance. When they arrived to the dance floor he just stared at his partner with a serious expression. He studied the movemtns in an attempt to create some kind of equation to how many steps, sways and head bobs to use with each sequence of dancing but, alas, there was no real sequence at all! He looked dumbfounded. "Umm...well... let's see..." 



 



He attempted to dance...if doing the two-step like an awkward old man was called an attempt. He bit his bottom lip like he was really getting into the music though his body language suggested otherwise. "Am I doing this activity correctly? Am I doing the dancing?" 


November 07, 2014 23:42
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The jailbird chuckled a bit as he watched the officer try to dance with the music. He placed his hands on the man's hips to stop him in place. "Okay, okay. Let's stop right there. Your trying WAY too hard.  You look like your trying to pass seven kidney stones while looking like your waiting to go to the bathroom all at the same time... if that's even possible. Just relax."



The jailbird moved the officer's hips from side to side in time with the music as he moved a bit to the music himself with his partner. "Just let yourself go. Don't think, just let the music and your body do all the work."


November 08, 2014 15:40
Black Masquerade


Oh Dear!



A lot had happened and a lot had been observed while she had sat and drank the night away with her pretty rose companion. The idea of being anonymous to everyone was quite fascinating, while at the same time, strange to her. She was confident normally, whether she was around people who could recognize her or not. But being behind the mask didn't seem to make her more confident or anything - in fact, it seemed to make her second-guess herself quite a bit. Maybe it was because she was afraid of giving something away? It wasn't like she was difficult to recognize under normal circumstances, really. She felt as though she were walking on eggshells at first. The more shots she took however, the more she realized that it didn't matter how she acted. 



By the time the night was coming to a close, the female was definitely ready to get home. She was happy she'd not worn heels of any kind and the boots could support her slightly wobbling ankles. She truly had the appearance of a deer, now - a newborn fawn, more like. A fawn who was just learning to walk, how to use their legs to their full advantage. She stumbled out into the street and hailed a driver who could take her home. Or at least, to the edge of the woods so she could stumble her own way home. As she sat in the back seat of the car, she let her memories muddle together and pool into a pleasantly light memory that she was sure she wouldn't forget any time soon.



Purple roses, dark liquid and shots, bunnies, an otter-thing, an officer and their prisoner... the night surely wasn't going to be easily forgotten, even if she had drank a little more than she was used to.


November 09, 2014 09:45
Black Masquerade


You Have The Right to Remain Sexy



 



Dancing was much harder than he realized. Music was somethign the man was familiar with. In his spare time, he learned how to play many different instruments and even did vocals sometimes but dancing? Never had he attempted such an activity! The once confident officer was now searchign for any exit off of the dance floor. He noticed the bartender refilling his drink but before he could make the excuse, his companion was already swaying his hips with the music. What was one more try? 



The Officer kept swaying his hips with his arms at a right angle and his hands in fists. Now instead of an awkward two-step, he looked like he was doing the 'Potty Dance.' Maybe even doing the funky chicken? "How is this?" 


November 09, 2014 22:16
Black Masquerade When You're an Addams...

There was a wait for drinks at the bar. No matter, more time to peruse the menu. Would Black Widow Shots be better than Death Punch? She looked at her basket and decided on the Punch rather than attempting to walk to a table with shot glasses. The bar didn't have much for sitting room and she would like to sit. Once she made her choice, she stared pointedly at the bartender. Well, as pointedly as Morticia-half-lidded-Addams could stare. The arching brows were drawn on that way and could not be helped.

It didn't take much time to get her drink. It did take an egregious amount of time teetering to a table. But, not a drop of punch was wasted, so silver lining. She sat down at a booth and carefully slid her legs under the table, leaving the basket on the seat next to her. How did the actress manage wearing heels in such dresses? And dancing! She watched the dance floor and allowed a small smirk pull at her lips.

"I would never allow so much slack in the chain," she tutted, even though she doubted they could hear her.
November 09, 2014 22:30
Black Masquerade


~Guilty as Charged, Jailbird~



The prisoner laughed openly as he watched the officer dance. It wasn't anything he would take a second look at but it was definitely better than whatever moves he was trying earlier. As a bonus, the man looked like he was loosening up a bit. He smiled a bit as he danced with the man. "Definitely better. You could use more work but definitely getting better. No longer that stiff board you usually are." He then pulled the officer a bit closer so they were nearly touching as they continued dancing. "The more you let loose, the more fun you'll have."


November 09, 2014 23:03
Black Masquerade


~Closed~



Prizes will be announced shortly


November 10, 2014 00:05
Black Masquerade Prizes winners:
The Troubadour - 1000bm draw
The King - 1000bm draw
Pariah - Prize Pack
Guilty as Charged, Jailbird - Prize Pack
When You're an Adams - Prize Pack
Avada Kedavra, Alacazam, turn young Harry into a hot man! - Prize Pack
Anotter Red Riding Wold - Prize Pack


Profile Trophies will be announced within the next few days! Congrats to those above!
November 10, 2014 12:31