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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.

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 with 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.
October 16, 2020 07:38 pm

Black Masquerade

~*~Black Masquerade Rules~*~

First and foremost, all Crossroads rules apply.

Second, you might be wondering just what the heck is the Black Masquerade??

Well, it's an annual party where everyone's name is Black Masquerade in this thread and you get to have your character dress up for Halloween and interact with everyone without knowing who anyone is.

So put aside your Coven and Sanctuary biases and enjoy yourselves!

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 posts should start with something along the lines of:

The Pink Bunny
And follow that with your post.
(Note: we do allow a small picture at the top of the post, so long as you still describe your costume. This is a writing site after all!)

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 discouraged.

Most importantly: Have fun!

***This thread will be open from October 17th until November 7th, so you have plenty of time to join and interact with everyone!***
October 16, 2020 07:41 pm

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 hanging 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.

A new edition to the Devil’s Edge room makes an appearance this year. A beautiful circular window that showed a starry night had been carved out of the center of the room.

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.

If there are at least five participants:
1 1000BM draw. *For every additional 3 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**

Profile Awards
Best Couple Costume (2 people)
Best Group Costume (3+ people)
Best Male Costume
Best Female Costume
Scariest Costume
Funniest Costume
Best Overall Costume
October 16, 2020 07:44 pm

Black Masquerade

The Hostess

She made sure all the final touches of the room were complete. Each table had a menu, the music was ready, and food and drinks were being prepped. The clock ticked down ever so slowly. It was her favorite time of year. She loved seeing all the costumes and enjoyed the carefree interactions, even if it was only for a short while before everyone went back to being enemies.

Until, finally, it was time. The clock struck midnight and she opened the doors, allowing guests access.

They would, of course, be checked by the bouncers. No real weapons allowed. And they wouldn't be able to use any magic either, thanks to a spell cast on the club.

She would greet each guess as they entered, taking note of every costume for the prizes later on.
October 16, 2020 11:59 pm

Black Masquerade


-:The Grim Reaper:-

He enter and greated the Hostess. He had on a large costume that was nothing but bone with a skull mask and a shroud. He had a hour glass around his neck. He let the bouncer take his sythe and he his glowed red under the shroud. He wondered around the room as he went to the bar and ordered a set of Zombie Slime Shooters and some Soul Cakes. He would wait for more to enter before heading to the dance floor.

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October 17, 2020 12:13 am

Black Masquerade

Wednesday Addams entered the establishment, mindful of the bouncer who approached her. Thing popped onto her shoulder from who-knows-where, and rose up slightly to waggle its finger at the bouncer as if to say, “No touchy” and the bouncer decided the small, dark haired girl was probably safe to enter.

As an ice-breaker for the awkward moment the bouncer said, “You look very nice tonight ma’am, but you’d look nicer if you smiled.”

Wednesday replied, “I am smiling, you insipid cretin. Where are the refreshments?”

Pointing across the room, the bouncer indicated the long table beverages and treats, and Wednesday crossed the room to inspect the buffet. When she got to the end of the table, Thing jumped down and skittered along the edge like a tightrope artist, Wednesday following more slowly. At the punch bowl, she discreetly pulled out a small bottle dark, syrupy liquid and poured a few drops into the punch bowl, nodding to herself, “This should be fun.”

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October 17, 2020 08:32 am

Black Masquerade

The Ghost

Wearing a hooded grey robe with grey shoes, black clawed gloves and white tattered drapes layered over the robe, he made his way past the bouncer, who glanced at the chain link rope he was carrying. However, he was allowed to keep it and he drifted through the fog that obscured his feet, the black face covering on his robe hiding his real identity.


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October 17, 2020 09:02 am

Black Masquerade

-:The Grim Reaper:-

Seeing people start to trickle in he smiled. He smiled He flipped the hourglass around his neck as he watched the Woman come in as Wednesday enter he tilted his head as he watched her for a moment. Shortly after that a Ghost entered and he nods his head. Soon more people will be here and it will be a party. Enjoying the little bit of peace the Realm has to offer for this party and all the murders was a good thing. He turned to the Bartender and ordered some more Zombie shots. He needed to let lose this was something he never did.
October 17, 2020 09:15 am

Black Masquerade

-Dr. Jekyll/Mrs. Hyde-

 outwardly good, but sometimes shockingly evil

Her costume was not one of pure fright this year. Instead, she went for something a little more fitting to her inner thoughts. From toes up, she sported two different shoes, both individually unique pumps. One was a gorgeous white with a black stiletto and black over the toes. The other a shiny black. Her fishnet leggings made their way up to her knees showing a modern, but vintage dress black in color to match her left shoe. Her clothes were just as mixed matched as her shoes. The black dress the peaked through the left side looked tattered, as if she had been in a tussle.  On the right was a white dr coat. It looked clean and well put, but had splaters that symbolized remints of failed science experiments. The two pieces fused so that it was practically one piece. To complete the look for the party her makeup was half wicked, gothic, cruel. While the other was subtle and pretty. Toping it off with a black top hat.

Feeling absolutely glorious in her get up, she was ready to mingle around the realm. After being greeted  She made her way over to the bouncer showing that there were no weapons for him to take this time around. Though she did make him a promise she would be a good girl.

Upon her entry, she saw only a few people at the party but was ultimately glad she was not the first one to arrive. There was a grim reaper wicked, a ghost classic, and Wednesday that is cool.

The decorum was magnificent. Even though they were fake; the bats, that took flight at random intervals, paired with the ominous fog that covered her feet made the room.

Her heels clinking with each step, she made her way to the bar. Overhearing what the Grim Reaper had ordered.

“ill have one of those too please” for now Dr. Jekyll was out to play.

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October 17, 2020 06:43 pm

Black Masquerade

The Mime

Her costume was simple: a bouncy black skirt, striped black and white shirt with matching knee socks, a black beret, white gloves, a red handkerchief tied around her neck, and black suspenders. She had painted her face white and used black eyeliner to accentuate her eyes then topped it off with bright red lipstick. Then just to add a bit of her own flair she adorned a pair of cute black heels.

The Mime sashayed towards the door. She stopped, she remembered the dispute between the two of them last they'd met. She proceeded to stare at the door down for a few moments as though daring it to repeat it's behavior from last time. Two arms crossed over her chest and she gave it the nastiest death glare a mime could muster. She would not be kept from the festivities this year!

She hopped forward and reached for the handle. Her previous display of dominance must have worked because this time the door budged. This time it opened easily, too much so. It flew open and slammed into her, sending the Mime toppling feet over her head. She was quick to right herself. There she stood now, screaming at a door in silence. No one should hear such words come from a mime.

She stomped forward, reached for the door handle again, and pulled it open ever so light. This time the door opened just a bit and the mime slipped through without being attacked again. Finally, things seemed to be going her way!

She trotted into the room, tripping over her own feet in an exaggerated manner. She caught herself dramatically, hand popping over her mouth as though she were shocked. Her blue eyes shifted over the room briefly. The Grim Reaper, Wednesday Addams, A Ghost, some split personality lady... OH! SHE KNEW! Dr Jeykll and Mrs Hyde. Clever.

A silent giggle as she practically skipped across the room. She had already chosen her first 'victim.' She skidded to a stop just a few feet from Wednesday. The Mime grinned and waved as Wednesday possibly spiked the punch bowl. Again she feigned shock and waggled her finger at her, as if to say for shame. Then she thought about this for a moment and a grin slowly crept over her face. This could be a good thing for her cause. She shook her head at Wednesday and shrugged as though to say never mind.

Her eyes shot over the others... Who would be next?

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October 18, 2020 12:35 am

Black Masquerade

The Plague Doctor Jackdaw leather plague doctor mask black image 0

Oh how appropose this costume is in 2020. it a costume? Do I somehow bring forth death with me as I walk amongst the party goers? Perhaps I wish no ill will, only to engage in the sublime carnal side of life...or death.

Come dance with me.

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October 18, 2020 02:57 am

Black Masquerade

-:The Grim Reaper:-

He saw the new people enter and smiled. He knew it was going to be a good turn out as he watched and waited. He liked a few he saw the Dr. Jekyll and Mrs Hyde was a great one but the Mime was very good. He hoped to find a dance partner later and maybe he would. He turned and order more drinks and food. He sighed he had a lot on his mind and soon all his emotions would follow. but he wouldn't let them get him down this was a party after all.
October 18, 2020 10:01 am

Black Masquerade


Rhapsody on a raven's wing.

Vehemently feathered she contorts, mutilated color born of pinions ripped from blackbirds and scales skinned from venomous snakes, her incandescence glitters and gleams grotesquely black black black down to her very bones. Feathered basilisk. Ah, no. She corrects. Adjusts. Mind spitting violent. The serpentine queen feathered as a means of amusement. To play at the Masquerade, she (dressed in death and madness) had to make due with what was on hand. Serpents set in rigor mortis (though not yet ripe with decay) are wound through her hair, twined a twisted crown upon her brow. Crooked bodies collapsing in on themselves, a vipers nest set to writhe together for all eternity. There is no escape. Nothing to chase the demons away.

She, Madonna no more but instead Medusa, must practice her slide. The glide of her feat as the gown's train tails behind her, slithering across the ballroom floor.

She cannot alter her gait into an elegant glissade of coordinated muscle and bone, her movements undulating, shifting between slow swaying and rapid, jerking stride. Unable to ride the winds, she must rip her feet from the gushing grip of the bloodied, gore ridden dream. Each step agonizing, peeling skin one layer at a time, until she is worn down to the bone. But only she knows. Only she can see what is really there. And she can see it all. Aegean blue eyes sunken, set in a ring of bleeding mascara that follows along cheeks and jaw, splinters up across her forehead and fissures down her neck, creating cracks and and broken glass in her starkly pale skin. Those withering irises dull looking, faded, but still alive enough to catch the raking of their reality through the haze.

The beast sings, out from the dark underbelly where death awaits her, voice neither soft nor sweet. But a havoc haunting, hoarse scream of smoke and bone and bitter things. Creaking with disuse. “I'll play the viper who does the pretty dance if you play the wretched wolf who never had a chance~” Medusa dreams of hooks and strings stitching up the hedonists and the light as it leaves their eyes. She carries a violin held carelessly at her side in the indelicate curve of a clawed hand, clutched talons of a bird gripping lightly.

The bow dreams to slice the neck, to sever the vocal chords and pull them retching from the throat, arteries all exposed in their most faithful form; some sadistic modern art exhibit. But she cannot do that here, not where the multitudes of eyes sear into her skin from the other side of the far reaching fog that wraps excruciatingly around her mind. Her skin twitches, blisters beneath those stares, blossoms into weeping wounds. The shadows stir in the mist, shuddering closer. Swirl, swish, miss her by just a hair as she dances dissonant steps to the side and sails towards the center of the flickering room. Not sails, skips, jitters like a junkie.
Disgusting. Blood drips, smears and sticks to the floor, falling from the torn wings belonging to a murder of crows once. But no more. Now they are hers.

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October 18, 2020 01:50 pm

Black Masquerade

The Tin Man entered the The Blackheart Masquerade at The Devil's Edge - VIP Lounge~.   His costume was the traditional Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz.  His clanked in his tin suit as the bouncer glared at him.  He didn't surrender his metal axe  that was dull. 

He smirked at the bouncer as he slipped the man a sizeable amount to keep his axe.  "Aint seeking trouble friend. NO trouble less some one else causes a stink."  His tin arm squeaked a bit.  "Do you have an oil can?  I need to keep myself oiled up."  The bounce growled as he handed him an oil can.

The Tin Man handed over another sizeable tip and clankety-clinked himself past the moody bouncer who just looked at him and the pile of cash in his big meaty paws.  "Good luck mate!"   He lifted his axe in salute and headed to the bar.  

He wasn't a drinker but he ordered himself a non alocholic Death Punch.  He eyed the sweets and the food.   He choose for himself a soul cake and a halloween pie.  He carried his drink and food to a table and chair.  He sat down and sipped his drink.

He glanced around the party goers.  He saw a mime, a ghost and Grim Reaper.   He smiled at Medusa and wondered if she would like to loose one of her heads.  He nixed the idea but kept his axe close to his side.  That plague doctor reminded him of how fleeting life was here in this place.


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October 18, 2020 02:23 pm

Black Masquerade



The High Priestess

She fidgeted a few moments outside the venue, double checking herself and considering on actually opening the door and entering, or just saying fuck it and going home to a pint of ice cream. The music drifted out of the venue and it seemed to pull her. She was alone this year to a point, her regular group not joining her as of yet. And then there was the fact that she was scantily clad. She had never been one to show so much skin. She liked it though, on some level. With her face and hair concealed behind the white and black paint of the skull make up on her face and her hair in a series of braids and dreads, she looked completely unrecognizable. The top hat fit perfectly.

And the outfit, what there was of it. Sheesh. A friend had given her the idea, and it sounded appealing, from the bare mid-drift and legs, to the fake body tattoos. Still…she was a bit self-conscience.

She steeled her gaze on the venue door and finally pushed herself forward, opening the door and entering with an air of confidence. She showed her animal skull topped staff to the bouncer to ensure that it posed no threat to anyone.

She was dressed a voodoo type High Priestess, but in truth, she knew nothing of any sort of magic. She had left all other weapons at home, and issue that didn’t sit well with her, but from past experience, for The Masquerade, it was worth it.

She strode across the floor, nodding to those already gathered. The feathers adoring her costumed danced slightly in the breeze of her steps, the back of her skirting dragging across the floor as well. Her shoeless feet made not a single noise.

She looked over the other costumed party goers, impressed with the vast array of creativity. It wasn’t really a surprise, however, as the citizens of the Realm, no matter their walk of life, were a vastly diverse group and never ceased to let her down this time of year.

The High Priestess moved to the bar and found a seat, ordering up several zombie slime shooters. They were always her favorite. She’d drink nearly a dozen before the night was out, mixing of course, with other drinks on a whim. Later she would partake in the snacks.

She did look back to the door longingly, as if hoping for a certain someone, but then shook herself and indulged in her first couple of shots, her skull painted face giving a smile to those also imbibing in the atmosphere and spirits.

Tonight would be a good night.

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October 18, 2020 07:44 pm
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