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Baroness DuMorne


Demonic Nobility

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Date: Oct 16, 2009
Pre-Halloween Bash Bash ((Open to ALL!))
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No one actually hosted parties on the day of Samhain. It was tacky and odds were very good no one would show out of the whole "we do not celebrate Halloween" principle. Rowan didn't care who would or would not show, but a party was a social event that had the potential to draw both the sharks and the chum. She was equally interested in both. So was the Dark Lord. When she informed his darkgesty of her desire to host a little social event with the Rome's crème de la crème and commoners alike just before Halloween, he shrugged it off.  What were her social habits to him? Less than nothing. But being who and what he was, he couldn't help but see the same potential the Djavo did it. Networking had always been a timeless art that had been perfected over the centuries by the nobles. Rowan being in possession of a title (even though it was at the expense of her poor dead husband) was granted certain privileges, one of which was the ability to draw a crowd. You get an invitation from a bloody Baroness and you thought twice about chucking it into the trash.

So it was with the Dark Lord's blessing that Rowan got access to the Cult's coffers. No way was she paying for the bash with her own funds. They weren't nearly as grand when compared to the Cult's anyway.

With a party planner in tow Rowan set about making plans. The hall was a church once upon a time. The interior gutted and modified to be a venue. The gothic architecture lent it a unique appeal that no modern building could match. The arches were high, the gargoyles looked menacing, and the way the light darkened the shadows it made it the perfect place. Getting it cost a pretty penny but again, Rowan wasn't the one footing the bill.

After everything was said and done the place looked exactly like Rowan had wanted it to. Red and black cloth stretched across the ceiling, crossing to form an arched dome above the party goers. Dim lights were set behind the gargoyle statues that guarded the alcoves above the stained glass windows, giving them a supernatural glow. Huge candelabras dripping with red and black crystal and sporting red and white candles were everywhere. Smaller ones adorned the white and orange cloth covered tables. These sported gold and black candles. Rowan figured a little sparkle couldn't hurt.

Actors were hired to dress in period costumes. Gold and black and red and silver Renaissance garb, white pasty makeup, red lips and vampire fangs. It was a bit of kitsch she could not pass up. She'd have made them dress up as the cliché little demons with red horns and pointy tails, but Rowan was afraid she'd have too hard a time keeping a straight face if she gave into that particular whim. So after every last bit was set in place, the former church was transformed into a decadent mix between where a Satanic Pimp and The Rich would hang out. It was too perfect.

The one glorious touch that made everything worth while were the invitations. A portion were sent to the movers and shakers of Rome. Anyone with a bank account or even a minute amountof influence behind their name were invited. Personally. By the Baroness to come join her in celebrating the lovely little holiday of Halloween at a darling Costume Party. For a small donation to a charity organization for a worthy cause of course.
The other portion was sent to the ones the Dark Lord deemed curious. They were invited free of charge. Because if you were going end up being the Cult's bitch puppets it was just tacky to make them pay for the privilege.

The remainder was set in prominent spots around the city, sent to business owners in the better parts of Rome, and in general, given away to the public free of charge. Naturally, a tiny donation to a good cause was encouraged.

Dressed in a toga made from white silk and rimmed with silver rhinestones, Rowan regarded her reflection in a ten foot tall gray mirror by the entrance of the "Church." The Halo atop of her head was a delicate sing of beads and sparkles attached to a small silver wire that was lost amid the black curls of her hair.  With the silver and pink makeup Rowan looked like an ethereal version of herself. The airy gossamer mantle draped over her shoulders in lieu of wings topped off the lighter than air and pure as snow image. Just looking at this pure version of herself sent the Djavo into a fit of giggles, causing a few of the staff to give her a wide berth while taking the time to note the exits. Something about her laughter just didn't sound right. Pulling out some that iron self control, Rowan molded her face into a stoic and yet a rather delightful mask as she went to greet the early comers. The B and C listers looking to make an entrance.

All in all it promised to be a lovely party.


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Valcrist


Silly Kitty

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Date: Oct 24, 2009
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With invitation in hand, he stood at the entrance to the extravagent, gothic-styled church. No matter how many times he looked at the place, it was still an amazing sight to behold. Painted glass windows, excellent stone craftsmanship that withstood the test of time, it was all a sight to see, to him. His costume for the evening would be something very tarzan-esque; a leopard printed singlet that accentuated the athletically-built, lean, muscular frame. His hair had grown a bit longer and his facial hair was starting to grow in a bit. It wasnt a full on beard, but something of a 5 o clock shadow, which gave those normally boyish features something of a grizzled look. It went with the whole costume well, giving him the appearance of a wild-man.

The invitation, naturally, was recieved at Club Bliss. He didnt know if chad was going, but he hoped his bartender boss, and new friend, would show. That way, he didnt appear as if he'd be alone there. Going to parties, alone, was always something of a nerve-wracking experience.However, working two nights a week at club bliss was actually getting rid of that hermit-like habit of his. Funny how he went from social butterfly to being a cave-dwelling hermit. Each place lived he at, certainly gave him a different lifestyle. It was this realization that sort of threw the young wereleopard off balance a bit. This would be the first time, in a long time, that he truly felt alone. Coming to things like this, he had always had some sort of escort, whether it came in the form of the goddess-like leopard queen Patsy, or even that vampiric adonis, Marcus. Here in Rome, with the exceptions of the wolves, Valarie, Raine, and Amber. He hardly knew anybody. Well, there was that one situation with the newly-acquainted Faith. In fact, he had thought to ask her to be his date for this, but then changed his mind, for some reason.  With a deep breath, he entered the gothic structure

After handing off the invitation to the doorman, he would stand in the middle of the grand hallway, taking in the sights of the place. Already there were various people showing up in costume. A few Phantom of the Opera guys here and there, ladies dressed in their fineries. Hell, he even saw a batman and robin as well. One thing was for sure, he noticed how richly-tailored some of the guests were. The creme-de-la-creme of society. Yeaaah, he certainly didnt feel out of place. Then, he started seeing others amongst the crowd. It seemed to be turning out that the whole city was attending. Now, to figure out who this baroness was......

-- Edited by Valcrist on Saturday 24th of October 2009 06:53:32 PM

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Serenity


I see you all around me

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Date: Oct 28, 2009
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Giovanni Cross was dangerous son of some sleazy Italian politician. Who had more headlines in his father ever could of. He also happened to be the main source of V in the greater area of Rome. Everyone from powerful politicians to the lowest streetwalker. Even a cardinal or two were part of his clientele. And of course you had Serenity. His favorite customer..Not only for the gift of her beautiful body..But those more paranormal ones were the true treasure of her. But tonight none of them mattered. She was merely something to have on his arm. Less known then the women in his fathers circles . Not as expensive as the women who did the whole escort thing for a living. No it had only taken the promise of X amount of dollars and a large amount of V.

He would even supply the simple dress and mask for her. One that even in its simplicity was breathtaking on the small pale frame of Serenity. The black silk toga clung to the perfect places and pooled at her feet . Her mask was that of the Nebraxas. Much like his own. Truth was things like this completely bored him to death…But there was always the demand for a certain drug. One that hung in a vial between her breast.Walking from person to person Serenity did as she had been told. Those dark eyes clouded over…Not truly even there. No In the darkness of her mind she was searching out the faceless stranger.

That dark shadow from her vision she had while she was with Mr. Goldman. The mere idea of running into him tonight sent shivers down her spine. Maybe it had been her new obsession had caused Zachariah to remain silent. Blocking Serenity from all contact with him…Which in itself was driving her mad. Dark eyes would move up to brush over those who Gio introduced her to. Some of them knew who or at least what she was and would look down their noses with disgust. Others with lust…Neither were very good on those week shields on her emotions.

Causing Serenity to pull away from the crowd. See the sanctuary…In the less crowded area of the hall. Trying to call out to Zac…He was her crutch…But still he blocked her…Leaving her crave more.Her fingers curling around the vial. Debating on how smart it would be to take any more. But instead let it fall back between her breast…Those dark eyes moving over the male in the tarzan costume…Unable to push the smirk away as she looked away.Grabbing a shoot of red whine as one of the masked servers walked by she would slowly sip on it…Once more searching the crowd for the feel…The Aura of the faceless male….Or even the female.

Mention: Ro.Val.

Song: Let me Sigh-Rob Patterson



-- Edited by Serenity on Wednesday 28th of October 2009 04:01:46 PM

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