The Black Masquerade~ 2018 *Closed*
The Grim Reaper
He made his way to the room with the hood of his flowing, floor-length black robe pulled up, scythe in one hand and his white skull mask in place. As he entered, he nodded at the Hostess before heading to one of the tables to look at the menu.
Finally the day was here! Her stomach twisting in knots as the time slowly ticked away. Forcing herself to focus on what had to be done, painting her finger and toenails black, letting them dry as she wondered what to do to her face until a feeling washed over her. Looking at another clock, the time was here.
FINALLY!!
The long, black dress was a velvet looking material with gold trim. A belt that matched the material curled and tied around her small waist. Another that would be longer and crossed over her chest as the rest of the lenght cascaded down her arms, taking on a long scarf appearence. Looking down, the length was perfect. Now wasn't the time to become overly excited. Grabbing her brush, brushing back her locks into a high bun, that smile returned as she looked at the head piece. Placing the brush down carefully, picking up the headpiece, placing it carefully on her head, everything seemd to fit perfectly. Her fingers curled and twisted around each snake, making them bend certain ways, more realistic. Now it was time for the face. Putting in contacts were difficult but once they were in, they looked like gold snake eyes. Grabbing the make up, she hoped this would really work....although her eyes were already freakiing her out. The bronze colored make up, covered over her pale skin, even the lipstick was bronze in color. Once her face was done, putting the rest of the make up down, digits curling around the snake arm bracelet and slid it on. Once it was on, she still had to cover her exposed body. Taking off all her jewelry, she picked up the body paint that matched her face. Hopefully it would come off. But holding her breath, she slowly painted her skin. It felt so weird but any exposed skin was completel covered in bronze colored body paint. Two hours later, she left the bathroom and padded her way into her bedroom and over to the long body mirror. Slipping her feet into the gold, high heel sandals, she turned slowly around. This disguise had to work. She definitely didn't recognize herelf. Once her bare arms dried, she curled the long fabric around her arms. Her lips curled into a devious grin as she left her house. Walking into the Club, she took slow but steady steps. Looking around, she didn't even smile but let her eyes scan the surroundings. Taking a seat at the bar, twisting her chair around, she didn't know what to expect but the decorations were great! -Oh, I hope tonight will be fun.-
Wilma walked into the festivities hall, smoothing her white mini dress before primping her bright red hair. The rather lacking in coverage of the costume left her with a shiver in the October air outside. The bouncer did a quick check for weapons before letting her on her way. Bare feet padded against the smooth, somewhat cold, floor. The first order of business was drinks. Well, in all actuality, that would probably consist of her whole night. Drinks and snacks. The Masquerade always had the most inventive things that were 'odd', though satisfiying. She cast her eyes about the room to take in some of the other guests, loving each of the costumes she spotted. Such great imaginations! This year, she could tell, was going to be great, even if she was oozing nervousness. Social situations were difficult. Wilma, however, gave a very Wilma giggle and reached for a drink. More than one actually. She quickly downed a Black Widow Shot and a Zombie Slime Shot before ordering herself two glasses of Cercei's Golden Champagne to sip on. She then reached for a napkin and placed two of the Ghost Cakes upon it. She looked over the room for the tables. She spied one that seemed to be to her liking. She would be able to see people coming and going, and anyone who may be looking for her would be able to spot her as well. Wilma kept a small smile on her lips, welcoming anyone to chat with her. Again, that made her a little nervous, but this party was all about overcoming things of that nature. Everyone was dressed up and allowed to just be their character. She smiled as she sipped her champagne, waiting to see who would come in next, ready to be awed by another great costume.
He chuckled darkly at Poison Ivy. He had to admire her costume as well, despite not being a comic book fan. "Not for the time being, as I've made my quota for today," he replied smoothly.
The Fox
The woman scruncitied her reflection in the body length mirror. Her eyes traced her body as she made sure her outfit was exactly as she imagined it would be. Her dress was a stunning gold and black. It was low cut with sheer gold lace following down the plummeting neckline to her navel. Elegant swirls of gold stood out again the black base of the dress. A slit started from her left upper thigh and went straight down her leg. The dress barely touched the floor. Her gold ribbon laced heels peeked through the slit in her dress. Her gaze went back to her upper body were a modest amount of cleavage was shown. Golden glitter sparkled against her lightly tanned skin. She adjusted her inch thick ribbon style straps then began touching up her ruby red lipstick.
The woman reached for a black lace fox style mask and grinned as she placed it on her face. Once her mask was in place she adjusted her hair, which was in a messy yet elegant bun. Two strands laid curled and cascaded down either side of her face. Her eyes were painted with thick cat like liner and golden/burnt orange color. She was ready. The woman did a spin in the mirror then tossed a wink at her reflection before stepping out of the house and making her way to the club.
It didn’t take too long for her to reach the club. It looked like she was not the first person here either. The woman stopped at the weapons checkpoint and let the guard pat her down. It was funny, she never really carried weapons. Hers were her teeth and claws when she shifted but, she as sure they had certain spells cast to prevent her from shifting. As she entered the club she noted the other patrons in their costumes. Hers wasn’t very creative, she was basically dressing up and wearing a fox mask, but hey as long as it hid her identity she didn't care.
Tonight she would be known as the Fox. The woman tossed a smile towards the other patrons as she made her way to the bar to order something with a high alcohol content.
She was just a ball of nerves and once a few more came in, she slightly relaxed. Fixing herself so she sat more correctly in the seat, right leg crossing over the left one, she smiled but when she did, her fangs would be seen. If anything, it completed her custome. She was there to simply have fun. Reptile eyes looked over at the others sitting near.
" Hello Everyone."
She wasn't normally one to speak unless spoken to and even though it just started, she couldn't wait to see more come in. Head turning to see the bartender, she ordered a Vampire's Kiss Martini. Hands clasping together, eyes fixed on her black painted nails. -maybe I should always paint them black- she thought. But then her gaze broke as the bartender brought over her drink. Instead of taking a drink right away, her hands unclasped and slowly came down, merely hovering over the glass. Right hand came down just a tad lower so that one digit played along the rim. Head slightly turning to see the others.
" Halloween is soo much fun! Granted..it just started...but still.."
Hearing the fox, Medusa nodded.
"I've never been to one of these. Always wanted to but never had the courgae. But I'm so glad I did! So far so good. I can't wait to see who else shows...more like..what else shows."
Just as she finished her sentence, she heard something pretty loud and had to turn to see what or who it was. It was clear to her that this...person dressed as Fred Flinstone had a hard time navigating and she couldn't help but laugh. She didn't mean for it to come across as mean but it was something she would've done, if not worse. Biting her lower lip, she turned away for she didn't want to embrass him either. However, it was rather cute that he found Wilma.
-Aww, they're so cute. Hopefully they hit if off.- She thought to herself. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of her drink and couldn't help but find it delightful.
"Well that was fun to watch...I would most likely do much worse...anyway, are you having fun?"